Chapter 204: Your Secret Is Safe With Me

May’s POV

That was a good fuck with Zeno.

"Don’t tell anybody about this," I said to him.

"Of course," he replied.

I loved being in control. It was a syndrome I didn’t think I would ever recover from.

"I don’t want anyone to know we fucked. Please," I said, still pulling on my clothes in that office, my fingers fumbling over the buttons.

"Your secret is safe with me. I promise," he reconfirmed.

That was what I needed. These were critical times, dangerous times, and a woman like me had no business losing her head over sex. Yet even as I smoothed down my hair, I wasn’t satisfied. I had been disvirgined on an office desk, and it still wasn’t enough. That first taste left me hungry in a way I didn’t understand, and it scared me a little.

Even after I walked out of the office and back into the general room, I couldn’t get my mind off it. I got wet all over again just thinking about it. Crazy.

I was in a world of my own, and someone needed to come and save me. With sex, of course.

Everyone was talking, laughing, passing words around, and I began to look at them one by one. Then something drew me toward Salvatore. I hadn’t realised he was that handsome until that moment. His hair was perfect, his lips were hella pink, and he was cute to a fault.

This is the kind of wolf I want inside me again.

Once I tasted it, it became addictive. I never knew I could have this kind of high sexual urge, and my wolf stirred under my skin like she agreed with me.

My eyes dropped to his jeans before I could stop them, searching for the outline of his dick. Damn it, I couldn’t be that obvious. I snapped my gaze away and told myself I would simply say what I had to say. If he agreed, I would fuck him like a bitch. If he didn’t, at least I would have tried my best.

"Hope you guys are taking your Wolfsbane?" Tony asked them.

They all said yes. Judging by what I had been seeing, they had been taking it. They were becoming human, one day at a time, and I wondered if that was why everything felt louder in my body now.

Salvatore stood and went into the building. To have some personal time or to take a piss, I didn’t know, but I had noticed he did that often. He would leave everyone in the general room and slip inside, almost unnoticed. Now I was noticing him, and I needed him more than ever. So I followed, keeping my steps soft so he wouldn’t see me.

He didn’t go into a restroom. He stopped at a different room, and what I saw there, I had never seen before.

Fuck. I had only heard of people doing this. I didn’t know it happened for real.

He had put on a video of two people fucking, and he was stroking his dick to it.

"Ahh... oooh..." he moaned, his hand working himself, his head tipped back, completely lost. He didn’t even realise someone stood behind him, watching.

My heart pounded. Why should he give himself pleasure when I was right there?

"Salvatore!" I called out.

He jumped. He shut off the video, shoved his dick into his pants, and turned to face me, his whole body shaking.

"You don’t have to turn it off," I said.

"You didn’t see anything," he stammered. "And why were you following me?"

"I need you, and you have something that could help me with what I need. Put the video back on." I stepped fully into the room, closing the distance between us.

"What do you mean, put it back on?" He was still confused, but I was no longer an amateur. I had done this before.

"Have you fucked before?" I asked.

"That’s not supposed to be a question."

A smile tugged at my lips. "Good. Take off your pants."

I stood close enough to make everything faster, but I didn’t want him to think I was forcing him. "If you say no, I walk out of that door and we never talk about it again," I said quietly.

He swallowed hard. Then he shook his head, slowly. He wasn’t saying no.

I helped him ease his pants down, and it was crazy. He had precum all over his dick. My mouth watered. I pressed play on that video and sank to my knees, and I began sucking him.

The two people on the screen looked like they were fucking for the very first time.

So were we, in a way.

Salvatore clamped his mouth shut so he wouldn’t moan out loud, his hand gripping my hair as if he didn’t know whether to pull me closer or push me away. I took him deeper, all the way to my throat, and used my spit to slick him down, mixing it with the precum, then kept sucking. He tasted sweet, and I was having the time of my life, exactly as I had wanted.

"Damn... who are you?" he gasped.

"I’m May."

Maybe this wasn’t the May he knew, or the May he expected. But we were already here, and there was nothing either of us could do about it.

I pushed him down onto the floor, the way I always did. Being in control was the only thing that made me feel safe. I took off my underwear and climbed onto him, and he was already hard as fuck.

I sank onto his dick and moaned into my own palm. I fucked him hard, back and forth, bouncing on him, our bodies clenching, our breaths tightening until we were both gasping like we were drowning. It felt even better on the bare floor, cold against my knees and hot everywhere else.

His dick was buried in my pussy, and I loved it. I wished it would never end.

This was exactly the kind of sex I had been yearning for.

When I couldn’t take any more of that, I stood and got on all fours, positioning myself for him. "Fuck me again," I said.

He did, and he fucked me good in that position. I was screaming inside my head, but I couldn’t let it out, and we both knew it. Our bodies kept colliding, sweat running down our skin, his grip firm on my waist. For a second I forgot who I was supposed to be.

Fuck.

"What do you want now?" he asked, his voice rough.

Good. This was someone who knew how to listen.

"I want you to lick the squirt off my pussy."

He took his mouth there and swallowed every drop. Fuck, his mouth was like therapy. The sex was like medicine. If I had a bucket list at all, a huge part of it had just been completed.

And yet, lying there trembling on that floor, I realised something that frightened me more than anything else. I still wasn’t done.