The Wolf Claims His Fae (Club Yes Master Book 1) Page 3

  I noticed the milkshake dripping down my fist because I’d squeezed the cup too hard. The thought of drilling her in the ass and grabbing her tits while the other guy fucked her tight pussy almost sent me over the edge. I had to take a few minutes to calm down and clean up my mess. As I walked past the counter to get some napkins, the cashier openly gaped at my erection.

  Instinctively, I winked at her. I could smell her juices wetting her panties. After I cleaned up my mess, I noticed her clocking out.

  “Walk you to your car?” I asked, coming up beside her and breathing into her ear. She simply nodded, and I followed her outside. I’m not proud to say that I fucked her in her backseat while one of her fellow employees on a smoke break watched from the backdoor. But it satisfied my need.

  Alpha werewolves needed to be satisfied at all times or they could lose control. I was doing it for the sake of the community. At least that’s the bullshit lie I fed myself when I was horny.

  To fulfil my other alpha need of being a protector, I followed the woman to her apartment and fucked her again. Several times. She wasn’t small like the fairy, but she was still tight and wet.

  A means to an end.

  I left her apartment well before dawn, warning her that she shouldn’t take strange men home. She simply looked at me and smiled. She didn’t ask to see me again, and that was a relief. Seemed like she just needed a good fuck, too.

  As soon as I got home, I went straight to the shower. The woman’s sex had smelled amazing, but it was nothing like the fairy. Her sex tasted so sweet. Fairies each had a distinct flavor which drove men wild. Only werewolves and male fairies were able to enjoy the flavor without going mad with desire. I hoped I’d get to enjoy the delicious flavor again.

  I had a fitful sleep that morning and eventually gave up around two in the afternoon. It was time to check in on Matt and see how things were going with my sister. I really didn’t want my sister with anyone, but I was a realist. She needed a mate. Since that was the case, I preferred Matt be the one. Plus, if she was mated, I’d no longer have to watch over her. As the alpha of our pack, it was my job to make sure she was taken care of, which was a real pain in the ass at times.

  We met for lunch at a small diner near my apartment. The place was amazing and a perfect throwback to the 1950s. I ordered my typical triple bacon cheeseburger and fries from the waitress wearing a poodle skirt then turned my attention to Matt. The guy looked like shit, and I almost felt sorry for him. He was part of my pack, which meant I was responsible for his well-being as well.

  “So…” I took a drink of my Coke and set the glass back on the Formica tabletop. “How are things going with Luna?” I stretched my arm along the back of the red vinyl booth and braced myself for his sorrow.

  He fiddled with the wrapper of his straw before letting out a miserable sigh. “She’s calling me a few times a day now. I’m trying to play it cool, but I really want to spend time with her.” He paused, and his forehead scrunched up. “She thinks I’ve changed. I want to tell her I haven’t but—”

  “Whoa there. I know it’s tempting to give in.” I leaned in closer so I could whisper across the table. “I get that she’s the one you want, but if you act too quickly, she’ll lose interest. Continue to play it cool for a few more weeks.”

  “What if she finds someone else?”

  I laughed as the waitress placed our food on the table. “She won’t.” I picked up my cheeseburger and took a bite. Pure heaven, with extra mayo. I glanced at Matt’s salad and almost choked on a fry. “What the hell is that?” I pointed a French fry at his plate.

  “I thought I’d try eating a bit healthier.”

  “Dammit, man. Don’t you remember what happened to my sister?” I took another big bite of my burger and chewed as I spoke. “She almost got herself killed by that farmer.” I paused just long enough to swallow and take a drink. “We need meat, man. Waitress!”

  The server hurried over with her pad poised and ready. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, but can you get this man a triple like mine?”

  “Sure thing, hon.” She walked away, writing as she went.

  “Eating healthy is all well and good for humans, but a were needs a good dose of meat every day.”

  “That’s what she said.” Matt cracked a smile for the first time since we sat down.

  I smiled too, relieved he was coming out of his funk.

  “And if she’s with a were, that’s what she’ll get – a great, big dose.” The human waitress returned just in time to hear my remark, and she blushed as she put the new plate of food in front of Matt. As soon as she walked away, I gave Matt a smirk. “You know, if you want to get a little action while you’re playing it cool with my sister, I won’t say a thing.”

  He shook his head as he bit into a fry. “Nah, man. I’m good.”

  Right answer.

  7

  Lily

  It was Friday night, and Willow and I were grabbing our snacks from the concession stand. As we waited for the previews to begin, I asked if she was nervous about starting her new job.

  “Not really. I mean, I’ve been a waitress before. Just not for a clientele that shelled out those kinds of tips.” She took a sip of her Cherry Coke. “I hope they like me.”

  “You?” I asked in shock. “Who have you ever met that didn’t adore you?”

  “Well, the wives of the men who notice me, for one.”

  She had me there. Most wives hated Willow with a passion. It wasn’t her fault men were drawn to her. Her personality simply attracted them. She didn’t even have to flirt with men for them to start sniffing around. But the wives never saw it that way. They always thought Willow was too flirty or showed off too much skin. In Willow’s defense, showing off a lot of skin was usually unavoidable. Her ample breasts and curvy hips caused her clothing to be revealing. It wasn’t like she was trying to show her goods all the time.

  “The owner is really nice though.” She munched on a handful of Raisinets. “And gorgeous to boot.”

  “Remember how work relationships turn out.” I reminded her as I sipped on my sweet tea. “It’s fun while it’s going on but awkward as fuck when it’s over.”

  “Yeah, I know.” I could tell she wasn’t listening to a thing I said. She heard me, but her mind was already working out how soon she would fuck him.

  After the movie was over, we headed out to dinner. Greywood was a nice town just outside of Asheville, North Carolina. There were plenty of restaurants and shops, but there weren’t a lot of nice restaurants for a steak dinner. There was, however, a good diner across town that served amazing burgers.

  As we sat in a booth, I told Willow about my evening with the university student.

  “Damn, girl.” She used the menu to fan herself. “I almost wish I’d been there with you.” We both laughed out loud. Neither one of us had tried a threesome, but we often joked about it. “Seriously, though. Was the guy hung like a horse?”

  “Oh, yeah. His dick was so big that—”

  The waitress appeared and put our plates on the table. “Do tell, shug.” She smiled at me. “Just how big was he?” I stared down at my plate unable to speak. “I’m just playing, hon.” She patted me on the back. “Let me know if y’all need anything else.”

  As she walked away, Willow laughed so hard that she almost fell out of the booth. “Oh my, God.” She gasped for air. “Your face.” She continued laughing as everyone in the diner stared at us. Thankfully, there were only four other people besides the waitress and cook.

  “Yeah, yeah. So funny,” I mumbled as I nervously chewed the tip off a fry. “Anyway, yeah, he was big. ‘Nough said.”

  She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Oh, I haven’t laughed that hard since you asked my brother about his wood.” That had been equally embarrassing. In all fairness, Willow’s family are wood fairies. They deal with trees the way my family deals with flowers. “His face was almost as priceless.”

  I didn’t have an
ything to say to that. Her brother was a few years younger than us and it was extremely embarrassing for both of us. He stammered and turned a horrible shade of purple. I thought he was going to pass out.

  “Of course, it’s even funnier since he would have been more than happy to show you his wood.” She took a big bite of her Philly cheesesteak sandwich.

  “Excuse me?”

  “My brother thought you were fine as hell, girl. He doesn’t anymore, but when we were all growing up, I walked in on him in the bathroom jerking off to your Facebook photos.”

  I really didn’t know how to respond to that. All I knew is I would never be able to look at him again.

  It was pouring rain and there were strong winds Saturday night. I only got out of my pajamas to shower and change into another pair. As I walked through my bedroom to the living room, I pulled my hair into a messy bun and grabbed the remote. I wasn’t in the mood for Netflix, so I flipped to YouTube and found one of my favorite channels.

  After a couple hours of catching up on my shows, I decided to see what was in the kitchen. I didn’t have much, but there was a pot pie in the freezer. I threw it in the microwave and danced around in my jammies as I waited for it to heat. There was something nice about having my own place, but it was also lonely as hell. I needed to seriously consider getting a pet. Before I could give it another thought, the microwave dinged.

  I scrolled through Facebook as I ate my nuked dinner. After a few minutes, I closed the app on my smartphone. I really needed to clear out my friend list soon. There was way too much negativity. I didn’t need that in my life and wondered why anyone else thought they did. Why did people thrive on drama?

  After tossing out my trash, I took my nightly vitamins and considered going to bed. I was pathetic. It wasn’t even nine on Saturday night and I was thinking about sleep. Was I really that old? I looked at the clock again and wondered if I should head out despite the bad weather. Lightning lit up the sky and a boom of thunder answered my question. I was definitely staying home. I lived on the outer edge of Greywood on a long, windy road that was prone to being blocked by downed trees.

  Yeah, I was fine where I was. It might be lonely, but at least I was safe.

  I hoped Willow was doing good at her new job. She really needed the work. Her shift started at seven and ended at three in the morning. If we lived in a larger city, I would worry about her being out so late at night, but there was nothing to worry about in Greywood. Willow’s biggest problem would be choosing which guy to head home with. I smirked as I turned on the TV.

  Lucky girl.

  8

  Anwell

  I looked out over the club from the upper level. The place was packed. Logan was managing the restaurant across the street while seven Doms were out on the floor. An option for every taste. Women, men, gay, straight, black, white – we didn’t discriminate. There were also several subs working the floor. The club would rake in a fortune before midnight. People didn’t pay for the sex. The money came from the door fee and the drinks. Our drinks weren’t watered down, we didn’t do that shit, so they were damn expensive.

  There was a young woman walking alone, looking lost and anxious. I wondered if a friend had brought her along and she was unsure of what this place was. When a Dom approached her, her eyes lit up and that poor, wandering soul seemed to spark to life. The Dom led her toward a room on the edge of the building. His fangs begin to descend as she whispered something in his ear. The vampire Dom was a favorite among many women. It was said that a bite from a vampire caused an orgasm that couldn’t be matched.

  The young woman was in for quite a night.

  I continued to watch the floor, hoping my fairy would come in. What the hell? She wasn’t mine, she was just my current obsession. One that I would shake as soon as I’d had my fill. The only problem was I’d only had her once and couldn’t seem to catch her a second time. I wanted to get my hands on her again, so I could finish what we started and bring her close to screaming her safe word, over and over. I’d take her to the edge and back, making sure she loved every fucking minute of it.

  My erection pressed against the metal railing I was leaning against, so I forced myself back into the moment. I needed to be alert in case there was a situation. Our Doms and subs were never a problem, but sometimes people came to the club to start shit. It might be a Dom who ignored safe words or a sub who wanted to cause trouble. Regardless, it was my responsibility to keep everyone safe.

  I watched one of our subs get on her knees in front of a frequent guest. He was a good guy and always treated his subs well. He stood and stroked her head before pulling her to her feet and moving to a second sub who also kneeled before him.

  This time, he chose a young male. The three made there way to Room Five.

  I was happy when the night finally ended. I helped the bar crew count up the money for the evening and then dropped it off at the bank’s deposit box before heading home. Even though I was restless and horny as hell, I wasn’t in the mood for a quickie with some random girl.

  I wanted the fairy.

  I wanted to feel her tight pussy clench around my cock as I took her to the edge and pushed her over it. After she orgasmed, I would lick every drop from her sweet cunt. I could almost smell her sweetness.

  My cock was straining against my jeans by the time I unlocked my apartment door. I needed a shower and a quick release. It wouldn’t be the same as my fae, but some body wash and a soft cloth would have to do. With a frustrated huff, I started the shower and let the water warm. As soon as I was under the steady flow of the water, I slowly stroked my cock and let my mind wander back to the fairy.

  I imagined her naked on a white silk sheet with her legs spread. She’d have one hand near her mouth lips while the other massaged the nub between her legs. I started to stroke my dick harder as the fantasy played in my mind. Every inch of her was perfect. Her skin was as silky as the sheets, and when I entered her moist pussy, I almost came right then and there. I paced myself to make the fantasy last as long as possible, but it still wasn’t long enough. I couldn’t hold back as I pounded down on my shaft and imagined fucking her deep into my mattress.

  When my release came, the stream was forceful and long. My orgasm seemed to last longer than usual from just my hand. But that was the effect the little fairy had on me. If I didn’t get her in my bed soon, I’d go crazy.

  The next afternoon, I worked on paperwork for the club. It was a fun place to work and own, but I still had to do the boring stuff. The club had brought in over $35,000 in liquor sales alone. We also sold condoms, costumes, and just about anything else a Dom or sub might need for the night. A few people had suggested we sell tee shirts, but I didn’t like the idea of advertising our business so boldly. The people who were into this sort of lifestyle knew how to find us. That’s all that mattered. We didn’t need lookie-loos coming to the club on a dare or to out their coworkers.

  There was a knock on the door before a gorgeous woman walked inside. I had to take a second glance when I realized it was the fairy. Obviously, she didn’t recognize me, which was just fine. I openly stared her up and down, noting that she was even better than my fantasy. “Excuse me, but I’d like to shop in the store, but no one seems to be manning the counter.”

  “Shit.” I got up and walked around my desk. “Josh is probably off fucking one of the subs. I’ll help you with whatever you need.” And I meant it. I would love to help her with every need and desire her little heart had.

  “Thanks. I was looking for something different. I’ve tried the straps, but it seems so cliché.”

  I laughed as I walked with her to the back of the store where the costumes were then browsed a few racks. “This one looks to be your size.” I held up a fairy costume and she rolled her eyes at me. “Yeah, a little obvious,” I said as I placed it back on the rack. I turned and really looked at her figure. I wanted to find her something that would match her submission behavior. I continued to flip through the outfits as
she looked at costumes on the other side of the aisle.

  “What about this one?” She stepped around the rack wearing a white teddy with huge, fluffy angel wings. My dick hardened as I looked her up and down.

  “Sexy, but not quite it.” I returned to looking through the costumes, so I wasn’t tempted to bend her over and fuck her in the back of the store. She must have changed right there in the middle of the store rather than going to the dressing room. I peeked over the rack and saw her changing back. I was leaning on the rack and my massive size made it buckle and I stumbled into her aisle. “Whoops.” I scrambled to right myself and returned to shopping for her, pretending I hadn’t just seen her naked.

  We continued to search until I found just the thing. “Ever played a school girl?” I asked while I held up the cropped button-up blouse and short plaid skirt.

  She tilted her head and looked at it, chewing on the tip of her index finger. I thought I would come right then. “Hmm. Can’t say that I have. Let me try it on.” She headed off to the dressing room. A few minutes later, she returned wearing the costume and a pair of basic pumps. “I didn’t think spiked heels would work for a sub.” She turned around for me to give my opinion. “What do you think?”

  “I think your Dom is one lucky bastard.”

  “Oh, I don’t have a Dom. I’m not owned yet.” She smoothed out the skirt. “I’ve only been with a Dom once.” She walked up and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. “And I loved it.”