0 comments/ 36819 views/ 3 favorites Poetry For My Wolf By: devle She walked through the doors of his home breezing by everyone on the arm of several different women. God, Kore thought, why must I be trapped into giving these stupid parties? As the senior partner and founder of a very successful law firm Kore was giving an annual summer ball. He tried hard to fit into the human world, much as he hated to. Sadly, there were precautions that he had to take in order to keep his true nature a secret. After all it wouldn’t do to become a suddenly voracious wolf in front of just anyone. He stood at the door greeting his guests when she came in. He didn’t recognize her as an employee but the women in her circle worked for him. Intent on finding out who she was he came closer to her group. One of the women turned and on seeing him smiled prettily. “Good evening, Mr. Rhoades.” At her words the women moved apart to include him in their midst. The woman was towards the back. God, she was beautiful. A tall woman with a supple body that radiated heat making his skin burn and itch to be touched. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that stopped at the knee showing off her muscular legs. The white dress brought out the striking contrast of her tan skin and dark hair and eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a bun at the base of her neck; a rather severe style that was for old school marms but was elegant on her showing off her high cheekbones. Her eyes fell on him and her lush lips glossed with a pale white shimmer arched up in a small smile. “And who are you?” Their eyes were locked together while everything else faded away. Her scent teased him with its elusive spicy tones. Her smile deepened. “Fiera Dumas.” “She works with us but for another firm.” A busty brunette supplied snapping Kore back into reality. “I’m glad you could come.” Fiera’s eyes blazed with intensity. “I am more than pleased to meet you.” All the girls about her twittered at the low seductive tone her voice had taken on. Kore smiled back at her wolfishly. Separate from your pack, little girl, and I’ll show you what teasing a man will get you. He would’ve liked nothing better than to fuck the shit out of her, rip her hair out of that bun and see what she looked like when she came. He turned on his heel and left. As the evening progressed Kore began to feel more and more caged inside his own house. At midnight he crossed unseen into his gardens pulling at the tight tie knotted at his throat. He leaned against one of the pillars that held up his balcony closing his eyes to inhale deeply of sweetly cool night air. A flash of white sailed by him when he reached out and caught it. “What the fuck are you doing?” Fiera hissed. Kore smiled lazily as he held her shoulders in both his hands pressing her against his hard body. “Let go of me.” She demanded softly looking into Kore’s deep green eyes. When she had first seen him Fiera groaned inside here was a man who was devastatingly handsome, rich and with a great body and he knew it. Bastard playboys like him always thought they could have any woman they wanted just by flashing a smile. “When I’m ready.” He smiled again enjoying the feel of her heaving breasts on his chest and the scent of her skin. She didn’t wear perfume just a tantalizing hint of rose soap. She pushed against his chest freeing herself from him. “Looks like you’re ready now.” “Come on,” Kore snagged her hand in his snaking his fingers through hers. “Don’t be a prude. We’re adults enjoying the night. There’s no need to be afraid.” He pulled her back into his arms. “It’s not as if I’m the big bad wolf.” He gently kissed her lips. So disarming was his kiss, warm and sweet flowing in her veins like honey water. Fiera had expected brutality had even thought of what to do should he prove unreasonable. But this… Fiera had never been kissed like this before and just when she was warming to the softness of it Kore deepened his kiss letting loose his passion tasting her tongue with his, nibbling gently on her lush lower lip. Fiera couldn’t breathe. Kore’s breath became hers. When he let her go she stumbled back a pace. Still leaning against the column he said insolently. “Let down your hair for me. Let me see you.” Fiera had her hand to her lips. “Fuck you.” She moved quickly past him making her way through the phalanx of people out the front door. She tried to hurry away; there was something about Kore that made her uneasy. Fiera felt her arm seized. With wide eyes she let Kore lead her to her car. Fiera’s body was stiff and unyielding as he propelled her along. With a quick deft move he pinned her to the car so her chest was on his. “We’ll have our day, Fiera. Or should I say our night?” “I hate you. You’re nothing but a pompous ass pretty boy who likes to fuck with poor naïve girls.” Fiera spat. Kore trailed his finger down her lips then suddenly grabbed her breast in his hand loving the feel and weight of the soft warm flesh. He especially enjoyed the way her dark eyes widened with the pupils dilated. “But your hate will make the love all the sweeter won’t it?” His hand went from her breast to encircle her throat loosely. “There’s such passion in you. I can’t wait to taste it.” He let her go then stepping back as Fiera climbed into her car. He watched her drive away. What a shame she had to be so beautiful. A pity that she chose to resist. He shrugged as he walked back to the house he would have her of that there was no doubt. Tonight looked like a good night for a run. Fiera worked as a legal secretary for a popular law firm but that was only her bread and butter job, her real love was writing poetry. She was pretty successful at it too if she counted her three poetry novels that had been published and well received. What the critics lambasted the most and what the fans adored was the fanciful imagery she included. Everyone who read her poetry knew what it was like to be deeply in love with a dream lover or a ghost or a vampire or even a werewolf. It was just plain fun for Fiera to make up poems. Tonight she’d make a good one. Kore Rhoades definitely could be a vampire with his hard body, black hair and green eyes. Fiera could see how being in love with such a vital man would consume a woman. Too bad the man was such an arrogant ass. She’d almost want him to be her first lover. It had been two weeks since the party and Fiera found herself sitting at her desk in front of Mr. Kenneth G. Lanford’s office squirming in her seat. “Damn.” Fiera muttered getting your period is the shits. It really hurt too and Fiera hoped that she wouldn’t pass out at her desk from the pain. God, why didn’t the Advil she had taken just minutes before on her break work faster? To top it off Fiera heard her phone buzz and Lanford’s voice come through asking Fiera to come into his office. With a deep breath Fiera stood up after a few moments of pain she was able to walk inside without giving away her condition. “Yes, Mr. Lanford?” She said to the elderly man in gold rimmed glasses. “Fiera, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Kore Rhoades he’s going to give legal counsel on one of our cases here.” With an audible groan Fiera turned to see Kore’s smirking handsome face. He strolled over easily and took her hand. For a moment she saw his nostrils flare as if he could smell the warm richness of the blood pouring from between her legs. “I’m pleased to meet you.” He said softly dropping her hand and moving away. “She’ll do excellently.” Kore said and before Fiera knew it she was sitting in Kore’s black Jaguar racing towards God knew where. Fiera sucked in a deep breath the cramps were just not letting up and now to be trapped in Kore’s car with no way out, she silently hoped she didn’t bleed on his leather seats. “Where are you taking me?” Kore glanced quickly at her. “You don’t look so good, Fiera.” She caught the hint of a smile on his sensual lips. “Do you want to tell me what is wrong?” Bastard. Soon he stopped the car though and Fiera realized in a state of numbness that she was back at his mansion. Kore held her elbow tenderly hustling her into the house before she could break free of him. Once inside he propelled her up a staircase with the walls lined in pictures that passed her by. It was such a chore to have to walk, the pain was getting pretty bad. Kore stooped down picking Fiera up in his arms. She closed her eyes. Slowly she became aware of hands on her body touching her bare flesh, stripping off her clothes. Then she was laid back into a mountain of softness and covered with warm blankets. Fiera’s eyes opened when she felt bare skin against hers. “Kore!” Fiera exclaimed trying to sit up but only falling back onto the pillows. “What the fuck are you doing?” Kore slid his arms about Fiera’s luscious body burying his face in her neck to inhale the scent of her. An electric shiver ran down his spine. He pressed a kiss on her throat. “This is our night, Fiera. I’ve never met a woman who excites me the way you do. You make me lose control.” “Are you going to rape me?” She whispered fear stabbing into her. “You know I would never do that to you. Ever.” He arched one black brow. “Unless you asked.” “I don’t know you.” Fear mounting inside her. “I know everything about you. I’ve read all your books, Fiera.” Fiera inhaled sharply. One of the things she had insisted on was privacy. For that reason alone she had used a pen name and had not given a picture to the publisher. She was shocked to know that somehow Kore knew who she was. “I love your poetry. I think you were talking about me in some of them. What makes you write like that? As if you know about demons, vampires and werewolves?” “I make it up. I don’t know anything about those creatures except for what they write about in books.” “I can smell you from here.” Fiera bolted upright struggling to free herself from Kore’s grasp but he flung her back onto the bed moving so that he lay on top of her pressing himself between her legs. “Oh yes, my little minx. You smell of blood and sex.” He bent his head to lick her bare breast nipping with sharp teeth her swollen nipple. Fiera cried out. “But what I can’t figure out is,” He lifted his head to pierce her with his green eyes. “why don’t I smell a man on you? Why don’t you reek of sex? A woman like you should not lack for willing partners.” “Get off me.” Fiera’s voice trembled. “Answer me.” “I’m a virgin, alright? Does that satisfy you?” “Immensely.” Kore chuckled as he dipped his head back down to her breasts. “Please, please no.” Fiera writhed and cried out as Kore kissed and licked her breasts. Her hands dove into his hair when he began to suck hard on her nipples. He was wicked and sinful and so damn good. Fiera felt a strong bite on her shoulder the pain eased away with a kiss. Lower and lower Kore trailed kisses down her stomach to her hips and then to her virgin cunt. The scent of her blood overwhelmed him. Kore grabbed her delicate lacy panties and in one move ripped them off her tossing the scrap of fabric over the bed. Fiera was struggling to get up and away from Kore but he held her down. “Don’t fight, baby. A part of you wants this as much as I do.” “You don’t give a damn that I’ll bleed all over your sheets.” She could feel the rapid bursts of his hot breath warm her inner thigh. “You don’t give a damn whether I want this or not.” Kore pressed a kiss to her thigh then licked long and slow up her shaved cunt the taste of her blood; spicy and wild. Just like he knew it would be. Fiera caught her breath in a strangled scream. “Let me taste you, Fiera. Let me have you. Right here, right now. I want your blood all over me.” His green eyes were wild his black hair tumbling into his eyes. Kore growled low in his throat as he eased back up her body their eyes locked in a silent battle. “I never fucked anybody,” Her words cut off with his kiss. It was like dying to be held in his arms and kissed, as if she were embracing the sun to feel the heat from his body burning her skin. Their tongues twined and all throughout the kiss she heard the low rumbling growl echo in Kore’s chest. Kore’s mouth fell onto her ripe nipple making Fiera cry out in ecstasy. He sucked long and hard on her tender flesh before bestowing the same treatment to her other breast. Fiera’s fingers speared through Kore’s hair tugging him closer urging him on. He slipped from her grasp following an imaginary line of kisses down to her bloody cunt. Fiera whimpered trying to roll away from him but Kore grasped her hips holding her immobile. At the mercy of his touch. His wet, hot tongue licked at her swollen cunt. The taste of her blood like honey on his tongue. He repeated the motion over and over driving Fiera insane with wanting until her hips were bucking upward to meet his mouth. Fiera couldn’t take the intensity that was building inside her. She cried out, she clawed Kore’s back screaming as she came violently. A hot gush of blood flowed into Kore’s mouth. He wanted more. He slid up her body like a snake. Fiera’s eyes widened as she saw his blood stained lips. When he bent his head for a kiss Fiera met him tasting herself. The head of his swollen cock pulsed against her cunt soaked in precum and blood. “I want you.” Kore breathed his eyes piercing her. “Take me.” Fiera surrendered. With a smooth hard thrust that took her breath away Kore entered Fiera tearing through her tender cunt. Kore was so large and thick Fiera had never felt anything like this before. She knew without a doubt that this was meant to be that somehow she had subconsciously saved herself for this man. She reached out to cup his face in her slender hands. Kore kissed her again marveling at her beauty, the smooth softness of her skin. A part of him still couldn’t believe that he was fucking Fiera. He moved harder and deeper into her going faster and faster. She was so wet from her cum and blood. So god damned tight. It didn’t get any better than this. Fucking a beautiful virgin. The same heat built inside Fiera like before but now it was a thousand fold more intense her body felt like it was on fire. Her pussy tightened on his cock like a vise still he plunged wildly inside Fiera wanting this moment to never end to somehow be frozen in time so he could always stay like this forever buried deeply inside of her with the taste of her blood on his tongue. The wild rush of heat that enveloped Fiera when she came caused her head to swim. Kore’s hot rush of cum flowed into her moments later. They lay for a long time still entwined. “Stay with me.” Kore whispered his face buried in her neck. Fiera was silent. “I need you. I can be anything you want me to be. I can be the man you write about in your poems. Your dream lover.” Fiera’s hands caressed the steel of Kore’s back as she placed a kiss onto his shoulder. “Yes.” The poem Fiera wrote about Kore: I fear you and yet I find myself wanting I know that I’ve been waiting asleep in the ground dead to the light you’re something different someone who worships the night your touch gives me a thrill of fright mixed with surrender, submission if I were brave I’d taste you do to you what you want so much what your eyes speak when you don’t if you only knew how with a little pressure I’d cave in come outside and free the slave within to sit at your feet hugging your knees to have my voice caress you with soft pleas always always down on my knees please please please for you to tie me up in chains love me with no shame make me what you are for somehow I’ve always known that to be with you I have to kneel at your throne