Reid

Expensive perfume, antiseptic, and leather were a heady mixture of scents that went with the low, wild, and wickedly sensual throb of the music from the live band playing in the club beneath the apartment.

Reid leaned his head against the headrest of the couch and arched his back, lifting his arse cheeks from the stick of the leather seat, his hand gripping Marcella's wig, feeling it slip and pull against the grip of the glue that held it in place. “Oh… There… Mhm, like that,” he directed her mouth on his cock through his hold on her hair.

The forbidden held a special edge of appeal, he admitted to himself. Would he have found a blowjob by Marcella as exciting if he hadn't known that ever senior wolf in the pack would consider the act taboo? He didn't know. But the taboo definitely added to the experience for him, as he suspected, it did for Marcella.

He kept his eyes closed, surrendering to the sensation, the warm, wet suck, the thrust into the hollow of mouth that ended in a rub against the soft palate before Marcella swallowed him back with a press of warm, slippery tongue against the underside of his cock. “F-k,” he thrusted into it the tight, hot hold of her throat, withdrawing enough to allow her a breath before thrusting again. “I’m close.”

He planted the heel of his free hand against the leather, feeling the cushioning beneath the smooth stretch of hide compress, and pulled Marcella’s head closer, seeking depth instinctually. Marcella’s long, tapered nails bit through the fabric of his trousers, cautioning him not to use her so roughly, but he was too close to heed her, ignoring the scrape of her teeth against his skin as she fought to keep her mouth open and taut around his cock despite the deprivation of the ability to breathe.

The burn sparked out from perineum, pulling Reid’s balls up tight, the frisson running up the shaft, swelling against Marcella’s tongue, and Reid’s skin broke out in sweat, his wolf rising, his skin itching with the urge to shift, a moment before he cried out, the relief spectacular as he came.

Marcella swallowed every drop of cum down before releasing him from her mouth, using her pinky finger to tidy the edges of her still-perfect lipstick as she rose gracefully from her knees and tottered on her too-high heels over to the sideboard, a lean, long-legged figure in a clingy, silver sequined mini dress that hugged her flat chest and arse, picked out the points of hip bones, and bulged over the swell of cock.

She poured a generous measure of whiskey into a glass and washed down Reid's cum with the amber liquid before refilling it and a neighboring glass and bringing both back to the couch as Reid recovered enough to button his shirt and tuck it and his cock back away into his trousers.

“If you’ve ruined my wig, you’re paying for its replacement,” Marcella told him sitting on the coffee table that she’d pushed back in order to kneel and suck Reid’s cock. “And next time you use it to hold me still so I can’t breathe,” she placed a foot between Reid’s still parted thighs, the pointed toe against his balls. “I will bite you.”

“Understood,” Reid accepted the whiskey glass and took a sip. “Sorry. You were less fussy as a man.”

“Hmm,” Marcella removed her foot from his groin and crossed one long, beautiful leg over the other. “I had lower standards, perhaps. But you’re forgiven. Where are we going tonight?” She rose to her feet and stepped around his legs, crossing to a mirror, and inspecting her makeup, adjusting the spaghetti straps that displayed strong shoulders, and slender but muscular arms, before smoothing her hands down the sequins of her dress. “I’m good to go if you are.”

“You’re always good to go,” he finished the whiskey and set the glass down on the table, ignoring the coaster deliberately because he knew that it would irritate her.

“No, I am not always ready to go,” she sneered over her shoulder at him. “It takes hours to look this good and you go fucking with my wig before we even leave the house,” her voice dropped in range in her displeasure, before she swallowed back her ire. “If you tell me we’re going downstairs I’ll - ” She broke off, seeing his reflection in the mirror. “You fucker,” she snapped. “If I’d known you weren’t taking me anywhere, I…”

“You’d what?” Reid rose to his feet and reached for his jacket. “You’d still have greeted me at the door in that dress and offered to suck my cock.”

“You didn’t have to accept,” she was sulky.