Riding Hood (GooglexLingeringDesire)

There was nothing sadder then seeing an old wolf who had gotten long in the fang and couldn't keep up with the pack anymore. Some kept going and struggling to keep up until it eventually cost them their lives, some respected that choice but to Roman it was always a selfish one. Someone who was too old and too weak to really carry their own weight would only put their brothers, the people they cared about into danger. It was better to step away, to live away from all the others... at least then you kept the ones you cared about safe.

The Woodsman Originals were on their way back to what they considered their home town, a place that they occasionally referred to as their den when they had been spending a little too much time away from home and got particularly drunk. Of course they made the puns, they went along in with being a Lycanthrope, sooner or later you either embraced it or you just turned into a bitter asshole. For about five months they had been on the road, mostly crashing in roadside motels or roughing it when they found a decent patch of open ground tucked away from the roads. Cold weather never bothered them in the least, they tended to run hot as it was. The trip had been a productive one for the pack though, a variety of different jobs, many less then entirely legal, that had culminated with an week long ride back home while escorting a large truck full of something they hadn't questioned, making sure that it didn't run into any problems and causing some distractions so law enforcement wouldn't notice it.

Thus, well paid and in need of some time away from the long hauls the Originals had returned home, local law enforcement on notice as soon as they passed over the county line, it was always best to be prepared when a small group of very unruly bikers rode into town and were likely to cause a disproportionate amount of trouble before very long at all. Almost as soon as they had crossed into the county they all split up, each going their own way now that they were back on familiar ground. Some had families they were eager to see, a few of them sticking together as they made their way towards a local strip club that they all frequented, Roman on the other hand stuck to what he always did after a run.

A stop by a liquor store, picking up a bottle of vodka that could be used to strip paint from an engine, before heading off to the nursing home that his Great Uncle had checked himself into, the only living family member that Roman had, a werewolf who had stepped down from any sort of state in a pack as he had started to get slower and his senses dulled a little bit. Now his hair was all grey and thinning, his joints ached, some weight had been put on... Paul Strauss was not the man he had once been in the least. But he was still the man who had stormed the beaches of Normandy and raised Roman from the age of six to adulthood. The man had been Alpha in his time, he had taught Roman what it meant to take charge and deal with challenges.

Riding through the gates Roman rolled his eyes, as he always did, at the sign which informed anyone who read it that they were entering an assisted living community, just another nice name for a nursing home. As he strolled through the front door, heavy black boots, worn jeans, and a white sleeveless shit, he saw one of the people watching the door rising to his feet to ask for idea only to be stopped by a coworker who knew better, the look in her eyes making it clear that she knew that attempting to bar Roman's way for even a moment wouldn't possibly end well. Roman had been to this place many times before and he knew exactly where he was going, the sight of a nurse storming out of the door that he was making his way towards only made him smirk a little bit. “Old fuck is still at it.” He muttered under his breath.

“Roman, you better not be talking shit boy!” Came the call from in the room before he had even reached the doorway, stepping into the small apartment his great uncle lived in with a grin on his face that bared just about all his teeth. The old man was sitting up in bed, still looking pretty damn decent for a man who was only a few years shy of eighty, sure he had some extra weight to carry around and there was no hiding his thinning hair but his blue eyes were bright and alert, narrowed as he was clearly annoyed, he had to put up with enough shit that day and wouldn't tolerate any more.

Roman only laughed at the older man, knowing for all his bluster he wouldn't be doing anything more then bark and bare his teeth. “Stop your bitching.” He said with a slight laugh, raising the bottle of liquor that he had brought along with him, seeing his great uncle perk up a little bit at the sight of it, this place wouldn't let him bring any booze back in so his grand nephew bringing him a bottle of strong spirits was quite a treat.

“Bout time you break out the good stuff.” He said with a smile, pulling the cork from the bottle with his teeth and upending a few good mouth fulls down his throat before it was lowered with a contented little sigh.

For a while Roman and Paul spoke of the recent ride, classic bikes, and of course any particularly interesting conquests that had been on the road, the old wolf looking to live vicariously through the young strong alpha. Roman of course was happy to indulge him, if he didn't like do so then he wouldn't have visited whenever he was in town.

Then, distraction, a faint scent catching Roman's nose, making him sniff their air a little, eyes suddenly wide open, body tense as though ready to pounce when moments before he had been as relaxed as could be.

The old wolf noticed of course, he knew what it was, but he was happy to let what was coming be a surprise.

She knew what today was the moment the sun came crashing through the window, though it really didn’t crash, sort of gracefully climbed and peeked in on her. Either way she was up since the sky had been a rich purple, yet she stayed and waited to leave her bed until after the sun showed its face. It was a matter of preference and Meili preferred to leave her bed once the sun was up fully. Never one to waste the day, she showered and dressed quickly, efficiently and began her day. She had packed a bag full of sweets, books and trinkets for the older generation she visited frequently.

With a smile on her pink lips she pulled her brown hair back into a swinging ponytail and headed out. She had one stop to make, one she wasn’t looking forward to, but did every few weeks to keep a cantankerous gentleman in line. So she hit the road on her bike, her bags perched in the basket on front and her bright red helmet in place. Oddly enough, the clerk at the adult store made sure he had stocked the specific item she came in for.

No, the gentlemen she shopped for didn’t like the modern magazines with their waifs and stick figures with balloons. As he called them. No, he liked the pin up style ones. Girls with curves and wide doe eyes, she stared down at the latest cover girl and blushed, an Asian female with her hair rolled and her body tucked into a low cut white and red polka dotted dress. She could never imagine doing something risqué like that. It was bad enough purchasing the item, but to pose for it. Well that was way beyond her comfort zone.

Slipping the brown paper package into her bag she smiled and stopped at the bakery. Her grandmother wouldn’t have it any other way. With all her purchases made she headed through town and out to the wooded area that contained her grandmother and all her friends. Humming a merry little tune, the red dress she wore twirling around her calves as she walked the halls of the assisted living facility. She stopped in on several patients, though she referred to them as friends, and made small talk as she dropped off their little gifts.

It had been since she was a child that she came and stayed the day. Her Asian cultured parents had raised her to revere the elderly and seek out their wisdom. Yet her parents failed on so many levels. Not Meili she was determined to make up for their faults and all the rest. Her grandmother looked so frail, but her eyes were so alive and sparkling within their sockets as she set up higher in the hospital bed. She’d slept later than usual, a new medicine they told her, but still she worried. “Morning, Grandmother. Did you sleep well?” She asked.

“Of course I did child, as many medicines as they have me on now it’s a wonder I don’t sleep the days away.” She said reaching her arms out to embrace her granddaughter. “Such a good girl.”

They carried on their conversation in Mandarin, her grandmother wishing to keep her mind sharp and insisted. Meili complied, it was no bother when she knew the language.

“Have you seen that old fool next door yet?” the elderly woman asked.

“Not yet, I wanted to make sure you were well and settled first.” She answered tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “would you like to dress and leave your room for a bit? I can let you get ready and go see him.” She watched as her grandmother thought about the offer before consenting and dismissing her with a wave. “I’ll be back in a few to check on you.” She said grabbing the brown paper package from her satchel and heading out the door.

His room was just passed her grandmothers, on the end of the hall. She saw his door was cracked and smiled. Lifting a tiny pale hand, she tapped her knuckles just under the peephole feature as she spoke. “Mr. Paul, I have something for you…” She walked right in to the room, wide smile on her face as she entered. Her brown eyes shimmered with merriment, even after she paused just a few steps in. A man sat in one of the chairs surrounding his bed, “Um, hello? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone came to see… erm, him.” She would have called him an old gas bag or some other silliness, but this was a stranger and she didn’t wish to embarrass him.

She blushed, turning her eyes down to the plush carpet by her feet. The look she got of him was enough, rough and large… and handsome her inner voice quipped. She blushed even harder. Boldly the slender Asian woman stepped further in and ended beside the bed opposite the man. “Here you go, now make sure the nurses don’t find it this time!” she said in a teasing tone. Her eyes wouldn’t trail to the make, he made her nervous. But, Paul was Paul and even though he was crass and told it like it was, they had a special bond.

She handed over the magazine and said a soft goodbye before rushing toward the door. However, in her nervous state she tripped over her own feet and landed ass up on the plush carpet with the wind knocked out of her. “Shit!”

{ Meili }

Werewolves were... well for the lack of a better word that were rather rare. Centuries ago they had apparently been much more common place, entire villages of them living and thriving. Over time humans had caught wind of their existence though and while the average werewolf could easily rip apart a full grown man with its bare hands humans were more numerous. They had come close to driving werewolves to extinction but in the end they failed, over the generations the memory began to fade and myths began to grow, stories of full moons and silver. People had forgotten the truth and the surviving werewolves learned to use this to advantage. So long as they weren't to numerous, so long as they stuck to small groups and avoided giving away their secrets they would be able to thrive again. They might not be nearly as numerous as they once were but it was far safer that way.

Of course there was another reason werewolves weren't very common, reproduction was a tricky thing. Their numbers were thin and they tended to be distrustful of other packs... so to keep the lines from becoming inbred they often looked to the outside in order to breed a new generation. Few humans were suitable to this, some liked to claim that it was because of recessive genes among the population but the truth wasn't entirely certain. There might be no shame when two werewolves bred but the strongest offspring seemed to come from a wolf mating with a suitable human.

There was a scent to suitable breeding partners among the humans, it was a subtle thing, if you weren't paying attention you would only be able to catch the slightest hint and it took real focus to be sudden. Instinctively Roman focused the moment he caught that slight hint, his body reacting all on its own, libido jumping into over drive, his body starting to pumps out subtle pheromones. Even before he could see her, and he knew it was a young woman, he wanted her and the smirk that was on Paul's face told him that the older wolf was well aware of what the young alpha was able to smell. If it wasn't for how old Paul was then Roman likely would have already taken a swing at him, it was instinctive, unclaimed and suitable females were an important resource that were worth fighting over.

And when she came in... well then it was a settled thing. She looking to be a little more then a decade Roman's junior but that never bothered him. Hell he was a criminal and the idea of a suitable female being untouchable until she was eighteen never made much sense. He didn't just desire her, he needed her, he needed to posses her, to devour her, to pin her down and breed her again and again.

Immediately he was on his feet, noting just how much shorter then she was then him, but then again being six three made many people look short. He remained silent, Roman wasn't exactly trusting himself to speak in that moment, worrying that he might growl at her or something. As it was he wasn't able to take his eyes off her as she approached the bed and offered Paul a magazine, smut Roman noted without any surprise in the least. “Making this pretty thing bring you this shit?” He sneered, knowing the old man was likely just happy to have suitable breeding material around even if she was well beyond his reach.

She was rushing, that wouldn't do at all, he couldn't let her get away, taking long steps as he moved to keep up with her though when she tripped he paused for a moment. Her ass up in the air, almost as if she were offering herself to him, ready to be mounted. All he would need to do was push up her dress and help himself. Kneeling down behind her he was ready to just this when he shook his head, the wolf might be demanding it but he was also a man and could show some restraint. “You alright?” He grunted, voice coming out much harsher then he would have like, reaching out to grip her hips in both hands, enjoying the feel for a moment, the knowledge that he could easily take her, before rising to his feet and lifting her as well, making sure to set her down on her own feet.

He was standing right behind her, just an inch or two away from her, the scent intoxicating. “I can't believe that old dog was able to get you to bring along porn for him, pretty little thing like you shouldn't be purchasing the trash like this.”

Meili had never felt more embarrassed than she had at this moment. Certainly the outsider wouldn’t understand. The gifts and such weren’t a big deal, and she didn’t really mind. Though it seemed like the man did, though he rose to his feet like a gentleman when she truly entered the living space. He only served to send every nerve ending in her body to stun. She had bit her lip and ignored the outburst, but her body couldn’t ignore the man himself.

With her nerves jittery enough, she felt her reserves melting into the carpet as she lay there wishing the ground could swallow her up. It was then she felt him approach. Of course it was him, who else would it be? Were it just her and Paul he’d have made some silly or rude comment and she’d have laughed it off, but not now with his visitor here. She wasn’t sure what he was even doing, she knew it wasn’t admiring the view, she was Asian and barely had an ass to begin with, even then it was beneath her dress and well, she prayed the fabric stayed down.

Perhaps he was so overcome by a fit of silent giggles and he wasn’t sure how to approach or help that he just stood there waiting for her to move. All these questions and thoughts ran through her brain as he finally spoke. “I’m fine, fantastic even.” She quipped, voice muffled a bit. Though she then felt his hands close around her hips and trembled, who wouldn’t have? A tiny squeak left her as he lifted her to her feet. She chewed at her lower lip, eyes closed.

“Yeah I’m always this graceful…” She sighed. He stayed close, his hand still resting on her hip. He was probably making sure she wouldn’t keel over again, or something. His words were soft and rather kind while complimenting her. “At least I’m of age, when he first asked I was only 14.” She commented quickly. While his hands steadied her, she couldn’t just dart away. “It’s something nice I do, guy doesn’t get many visitors and what is one magazine? It’s not like I sit in here and look at them with him.” That statement sent her cheeks scarlet.

“I need to get back to my grandmother, could you let me go?” She asked, she couldn’t even turn to look at him. She was a porn dealer and looking at him now would only serve to turn her magenta. “Mr. Paul, we are heading to the rec room for bingo. Perhaps your guest will take on the challenge of beating you.” Meili fought the urge to press her small body back against his, though it might have made him release her quicker.

She was legal, of course Roman had already suspected as much as she had brought the old man porn but her words confirmed it. Really it didn't matter in the long run but Roman was pleased to know this, it simplified things, removing the sort of complications that might emerge if he were to be found with her and her parents objected. He would deal with that if it happened but her being legal made it easier to handle any sort of interference from law enforcement. Already in his mind he had moved beyond undressing her, he was pinning her down, ripping through clothing, his teeth at her neck and shoulder to make it clear to any normal person that she was claimed and the scent of his body upon her would make it clear to others like him that she was owned. He wanted to make her his bitch, wanted to hear her screaming... His name preferably but to hear her screams would just be delicious no matter what.

When she asked to be let go, so very polite about it, Roman considered just pulling her in close, let her feel just how much he wanted her, make her aware of his desire. Fingers tightened on her hips for a few short seconds, ready to give k to temptation, before he let her go with a slight sigh. It wasn't always such a struggle, normally the instincts of the wolf and the mind of the man blended well together but here, in such a public place, he had to push aside the wolf... and he knew he would pay for that one later.

The wolf could never be denied for long.

"Bingo?" He asked, forcing himself to look away from the delicious little morsel before him, glancing back to his uncle with a raised eyebrow only to be met with a shrug from the older man. "They got you house trained." That insult was met with a silent snarl, teeth bared, the old wolf showing that he could still bite, that he could still fight if needed.

He hadn't moved away from her, hadn't even considered it, even though it was his great uncle he didn't want to leave her alone with another male before the chance came to claim her properly. "Bingo doesn't hold much interest for me though spending time with you does." He whispered, bending a little to bring his mouth closer to her ear, sharp teeth just scant inches away. "Maybe I can tempt you away from bingo for a little while, have some fun... Have you ever ridden a motorcycle, felt the power between your legs."

Roman wasn't being particularly subtle, it just wasn't in the cards. "We could go to a movie if you like, there is a theatre not far away." The one he had in mind was more then just a standard movie theatre, this place had spacious seating large enough to accommodate three people with ease, a menu of food to be delivered as you watched, and a good selection of beer and liquor to indulge in. "What do you say little girl, shall we go have some fun?"

Meili didn’t know of his urges, all she knew was ow restless he made her. Her skin tingled and wanted to be touched, but men didn’t fall over themselves to get to her so she was sure he was merely being polite in helping her up and lingering around her. But he didn’t move away from her and instead talked to the man in the bed. “Yeah, Mr. Paul is the reigning champion…” She said with a smile toward the man. But, jumped back when he bared his teeth and growled.

Her fingers accidently rubbed against his abdomen, trying to move behind him. The older man had a mean streak, she had seen it firsthand but he had been kind to her after a bit of her visiting. This was something new. Her eyes lifted to the younger male, “Why would you want to do that?” She asked, softly. Not understanding it, no one ever wanted to spend time with her. His next sentence, she could feel his breath on her neck and dipping down into her cleavage. She blushed heavily, it wasn’t a motorcycle she imagined between her thighs.

Her eyes lifted to find the older gentleman watching her and the male. “I don’t even know your name.” She said turning once again to look up at him. “I’m finished with my volunteer duties after Bingo. Perhaps, you could hold off until then?” She offered. If Paul was willing to vouch for the guy then she might consider leaving with him. But he was a stranger, a very hot and confident stranger. Something about him called to her.

“Sorry, but I have to go help my grandmother,” She stepped away from the male, rather reluctantly. With a smile she waved, “Come to BINGO, it’s not the same without you.” She turned and rushed from the room. In the hall she panted and leaned against the wall. Why was it always like this? Men flustering her and she wanted away from him but near him too. He made her thighs tremble and a strange heat building up in the core of her body.

The call of her grandmother pulled her away from the area she was stuck in. She apologized and wheeled the older version of herself to the main recreation room. “I was seeing Paul and he has a visitor.” She said in explanation of why she had taken so long. Of course, this only served to make her grandmother question further. Then again she didn’t have answers, she wasn’t sure who the man was or why he chose now to come around. Watching the door, she hoped he would come. Maybe he was different, her mind raced.

The fact that men weren't all over her was something that would have been a massive shock to Roman. True she wasn't as well endowed as some young women were, Roman had been a younger man once and he remembered what it was that those punks desired, but he had also grown up a great deal since those days. Sure you could find a stacked blonde on just about every street corner who knew how to suck a golf ball through a garden hose, Roman actually had a few of them at different points that his normal route took him through. This girl though was an image of innocence and beauty, anyone who couldn't recognize that was just a fucking fool. The younger innocent ones, the barely legal sort that were splashed all over the internet, they had plenty of potential that their more experienced peers didn't have. They could learn just about anything that someone with a firm hand and patience sought to teach them... the fact that the pretty little Asian would be excellent breeding material only served to sweeten that deal in the eyes of the man who would now posses her.

After the brush of her fingers over his body it took even more self control to just stand there like a well behaved young man when he could just grab her, it wasn't like he would need to reach very far to have her, just stretch his arms out slightly and he could trap her against his chest. When she mentioned not even knowing her name Roman didn't even register it, the more time he spent around her the more her scent was enough to cloud his mind. His pulse was racing, his breath was far deeper then usual, eyes dilated and when she turned to leave the eyes began turn from a rich brown to a golden amber, having difficulty controlling the wolf much longer.

“The punk is my grand nephew Roman!” Came a bark from behind him, bringing Roman back down to reality. “And he will be attending bingo with us!”

“I will?” Roman asked, head more clear now that the girl, whose name he hadn't learned had left the room. He could still smell her, she was nearby, he would be able to find her, but now that he had a moment he was back in complete control again.

“If you leave now you might have a hard time getting her to go out with you, too much time away will give her time to think and come to the conclusion about what an ass you are.” Slowly the older man rose to his feet, standing without the aid of a cane of a walker but still a little stooped as he took a few steps forward, closing the distance that separated Roman from him. “And that line about the motorcycle, just what kind of girl do you think Meili is? Might fucking work on the biker bunnies that you meet out on the road but if she had taken even a second to think about it she would have laughed in your face. Fucking pups these days, didn't you get taught any better...”

Paul was saying more but by that point Roman was already just ignoring everything that was being said, distracted still by everything that had been running through his mind as he followed, almost as if on autopilot, towards the bingo hall that the older wolf was limping towards. Really it sounded about as boring as anything could hope to be but on the off chance Paul was right Roman didn't want to complicate things with Meili. He was confident that he could track the girl down by smell now that he had a decent starting point to track her from. Entering the large room that smelled of stale plastic and mothballs Roman saw that Meili was already seated beside an older Asian woman, grandmother probably. Gripping his great uncles arm Roman practically pulled the man along, sitting himself down next to Meili without any sign that he was noticing she sat there, playing it all calm and detached even as he heard Paul snickering at him a little bit.

In the hall, she had heard his voice, loud and strong, denying his age. It made her smile as she pushed her grandmother’s wheelchair down the hall. Roman, the man’s name was Roman. She felt her heart beat return to normal slowly and seemed to have gained a bit of control over her senses. He made her a bundle of nerves, she wasn’t experienced with guys, let alone men. She should have politely declined and bid him farewell, but now she was stuck going on some sort outing.

Her grandmother laughed, “That buffoon has a viable relative and you are contemplating backing out. No, you will live a little and go out with that boy. Meili I won’t have you sitting back and letting you waste your life. Have fun and ignore your parent’s voices in your head for once.” The older woman said as they parked at a table with their boards and plastic covers.

“Grams! You can’t make me date him… you haven’t even met him!” She tried arguing. Then her eyes watched her grandmothers widen, a smile growing on her face.

“You’re going and for god’s sake end it by giving him a tasty little treat.” The older woman hissed.

Her eyes fell on the male in the door way, her heart sped up again. What was even happening? How did one male have this effect on her? She bit her lip and tried turning away, even as her cheeks reddened and her smile brightened. “Fine, I’ll go… but no treats.” She said turning her head in her grandmother’s direction.

A warmth spread up her left side where the male sat. She assumed he would sit across from her, instead his clothes brushed along the bare skin of her arm. “Hello Roman, glad you could make it. My name is Meili,” She said. “Mr. Paul I hope that you allow someone else to win today,” She laughed.

Numbers began to be called, each movement caused her to brush against his arm. This action sent sparks of heat up her arm and into her breasts. She tried leaning away from him, but her grandmother assured she was shoved right back into him, sometimes with a giggle and sometimes with no sound at all. It was rather embarrassing and she could only send a soft smile his way.

Bingo was about as exciting as it sounded, sitting in one spot for a long period of time while using a little stamp to mark numbers that were called out in the hopes of forming a pattern. How the old man stayed sane doing this was entirely beyond Roman though he had to admit that it was something of an impressive little thing. He could never see himself in a place like this, it would be something like a prison to the younger wolf... true you could leave at any time but just sitting there, was draining his vitality like blood was slowly pouring from his body. It took a lot of focus just to keep his eyes open and when the first number was called out he reluctantly grabbed one of the sheets and paid the minimal amount of attention.

IN truth he was far more interested in Miele sitting next to him, able to feel the warmth of her body even when she wasn't touching him and the scent of her was enough to further whet his appetite. Paul only grunted rudely about letting others win and said something along the lines of letting others win when they were able to keep up with him, manners being of little importance to the man even before he had ended up in the supervised living facility.

The game progressed slowly, at least it seemed that way to Roman, it seemed to take hours for each number to be called and each time someone won it only served to slow down the pace a little more. Roman didn't mind much though as the longer it went on the more time he spent next to Miele who seemed to almost be pressing against him. The occasional glance to the side showed her exchanging looks with a woman he assumed was Miele's grandmother, the only woman seeming to almost be encouraging the contact between them. She was inadvertently playing with fire though, each moment of contact no matter how brief was enough to further encourage the voraciously hungry wolf. Images flashed before his mind, he wanted nothing more then to mount the girl right then and there, his right arm twitching as he contemplated sweeping everything from the table and trowing her down atop it.

Everything about this girl was driving him wild, he could smell that she was fertile, that she would be suitable for him, instinct telling him that she would provide him with strong children. Not just the feel or the scent but even just hearing her giggle was enough to make his cock throb.

OF course his lack of attention to the game meant that he stood no chance at all of winning, when he did bother to mark his little paper he often hit the wrong spot but didn't give a fuck in the least, more concerned with looking from the corner of his eyes and admiring the beauty of the form beside him.

Perhaps an hour passed, in truth Roman couldn't tell you if it was a minute or several hours, before he eventually grew so bored that he couldn't stand it any more... he had to leave and he had to mount the young woman beside him, both needs beginning to overwhelm him. “You want to get out of here?” He asked with a small sigh, boredom fighting the instinct to mate though if you listened closely it would be easy to hear the arousal he felt, evident in his voice. “I am sure the staff here can handle the rest of this, I can give you a ride home.” His home, or at least something close enough.

Her grandmother made a game of it. Shoving her into the male, into his arm, his side and his strong thigh. Meili had to hold her ground and not jar, but eventually she gave into the game, bumping her grandmother back and giggling as she did it. They were quiet and she didn’t draw attention to them, even being slammed into the male. Time for her usually flew, but today it drug on. Simply because of the event at the end of this activity. She felt restless, excited and eager but didn’t know why.

She had been on a few dates before. Nothing big or serious and nothing she felt so excited about. The excitement she felt about this was different and unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She found her mind wandering as the game progressed and her grandmother continued pushing her into the male. Something about him spoke to her and she ended up settling against him, effectively stopping her grandmother’s actions. Her heart raced in her chest, she said nothing to the male and barely looked up at him, too much of a gentleman to say anything to her.

In a way it broke her heart, almost wanting him to ask her to stop. Instead he didn’t seem to notice or worry about it. From the glances she caught, his mind was elsewhere as well. But, on what she didn’t know Their cards looked equally marked, he had some she was missing and she had some that he was missing. Sneaking a peek, she caught up and recognized she had BINGO, but some old biddy at another table beat her to it. Smiling at the older gentleman at the table when the round ended she prepared for another, only to have her actions interrupted by Roman’s abrupt question.

Her chocolate brown eyes lifted to his, her heart pounding rapidly. The words were low, said as if they were in a bar and they’d been fighting the tension. The petite female wanted to go, but to do so that rapidly might turn him off and make him think she was easy. Meili didn’t want that, she wanted him to work hard to obtain her, a worthy man would. Was he worthy? She licked her lower lip and then she smiled at him. “I have my bike outside; I don’t live too far away. I can bike home and then we can go to the theatre for our movie and then you could drop me back home?” She said, suggesting a plan.

“Though you could always bring me back here when our date is finished.” She said, rising.

Her grandmother listening and nodding her head of gray hair. “Don’t forget the tasty little treats.”

“Not now Grams,” She said, her cheeks tinting red. “But yes, let’s get out of here.”

When she mentioned her bike Roman wondered for a moment if she had a motorcycle of her own before remembering that not everyone talking about a bike was referring to the sort of bike that he preferred. The scent of her alone was making it very clear that she didn't own a motorcycle, hell common sense told him that she had likely never ended up on the back of one ever before. That was about to be changing very very soon. As soon finished speaking he was already on his feet, having to take a moment to compose himself after he rushed like that. No reason to seem like he was some over eager young pup or anything, he was dominant, he was in control, and he was also fast enough to catch his chair as it started to tip over, keeping it from hitting the floor because of his eager rush to his feet.

She was excited as well, even if he didn't have the senses of a wolf he would likely have known that. He could hear her heart pounding, could practically smell the anticipation, and of course he was entirely aware of what her grandmother whispered to her. That alone was enough to make Roman grin wide, unless this older woman was somehow aware that he was aware of the fact that he was a werewolf (and given that Paul had a penchant for getting drunk and having fun trying to be clever with little hints to the secret her kept... well it wasn't impossible) it seemed she was encouraging her grand daughter to sleep with or at least offer some sort of pleasure to the man who was taking her out. Hell maybe she did know he was a werewolf and was actually having a bit of twisted fun with a play on words far more in depth the the obvious.

“We can figure out where I will drop you off later on.” Roman observed, seeing that detail as less then entirely important. What did matter was that he would have her away from this place, he could take her anywhere he wanted, he could do just about anything that he wanted to her. The moment she was all alone with him then he could devour her if the urge happened to strike him, turning her into little more then the tasty treat that her grandmother had alluded to. The only think that interrupted that little train of thought was an elbow digging into his hip, Paul looking back and from the look on his face he was able to read the mind of his grand nephew, maybe not entirely approving of what might be on Roman's mind. “I will get you back in one piece though.” He assured her as she rose to her own feet, though his words were meant more for the older wolf then the pretty young thing he was thinking of devouring in a most intimate fashion.

He moved closer to the girl, a single step removing any distance between their bodies, a light hold on her arm to pull her along for a second before he slipped an arm around her waist to lead her from the building. “And I promise that you won't regret this for even a moment.” Well maybe she would regret it but Roman was confident that it wouldn't be for very long, he had plans for her, plans that were still coming together in his mind, and those plans didn't really come together if she ended up resenting him for any period of time.

It took only a matter of moments to get her out through the front door and lead her over to his bike, as interested in her reaction to the machine he was taking her too as he was in the feeling of her body beside his, his large hand squeezing her hip, the gentle curves of her form, better able to savor the warmth and scent that she gave off. HE should behave for a little while, just a little bit longer would be plenty, because soon enough he would have her alone and all to himself.

“Ever ride one of these before?” He asked with a smirk on his face, moving away from her almost reluctantly to climb onto his bike, his pride and joy, a mass of steel and horsepower with the name FENRIR stenciled on the side. With practiced ease he started it, a well maintained machine that roared to life with little effort, the familiar hum through his body turning the smirk into what might be something of a childish smile of pure joy, the freedom of the bike brought to life, nothing like it.

“Just climb on back and hold tight.” He instructed her, the tone of his voice making it clear that he wasn't going to tolerated any hesitation.

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"Okay," she conceded to figuring it out later and raising to her feet in preparation for leaving. Her brows furrowed momentarily, as he mentioned getting her back in one piece. It was such an odd statement to make, but she shrugged it off. His fingers closed around her arm and she followed. Settling in as he pulled her closer with a hand at her waist. It was only slightly disconcerting with how comfortable she felt with him.

The gentleman's gesture made her heart race and a smile to caress her lips. His confidence spoke to her, some inner part of her. Though she had not been around many men, or enough to know or hell, even understand them and their actions. She delighted in his attentions but resented the fact that her grandmother pushed her on him. Maybe he was just being nice... this thought worried her.

Dark brown eyes flit over the looming male and then over the bike before them. Meili gave him a brilliant smile, she didn't need words to express that no regrets would be had by giving him a few hours of her time. "I trust you Roman," she said as they travelled outside. Though he never gave her any reason to, and she ignored the questions that came to the forefront of her mind.

She shook her head, "No... I've never been allowed..." She cleared her throat, embarrassed to admit this as she blushed and turned her gaze from him. The sound of the bike starting was louder than she imagined it would be and she jumped, obviously startled. "Is it safe?" She asked, talking more to herself and not Roman.

Taking her dress in to account, she tried being lady like as she climbed on. She was certain to flash her panties. Biting her lip, she didn't think about it too much and flipped her leg over the back and found she was really close to him. Her small body pressed tight to his in the small amount of space his larger body allowed. She didn't know where to put her hands, but as he took off she quickly grasped on to his jacket, her fingers curling into his shirt as she wrapped her arms around him.

Meili felt the electricity between them, as well as the vibrations coming up from the bike. They shook her body and jiggled her breasts into his back. She didn't know how to handle the subtle tingle betwixt her thighs, the slight ache it was building and causing a bit of discomfort.