Rodger's penthouse was stunning. It was a mezzanine styled apartment with a solid wall of windows that indeed overlooked the river and the marina. The lights of the city sparkled on the water and the dark of the far bank seemed strangely wild. The furniture was all modern and everything was automated, or voice controlled. To the back of the penthouse was his kitchen and a Bar while at the front was an open spaced living room with a circular central fire. A grand piano was off to one side and upstairs in the mezzanine floor was a Library.
"How many bedrooms are there?" I asked as I let my eyes wander around the luxurious piece of heaven.
"There's two guest rooms up there and my office…" Rodger wandered into the Bar. "So, technically three bedrooms up there and the master down here." He began fixing drinks. "There's also a bathroom up there and one just here… and another ensuite." With a clink he dropped Ice into the glassed then wandered over and handed me a glass.
"Didn't know you could mix a drink." He shrugged.
"Shhhh… don't tell anyone. I was a bar tender in my teens." He walked to the window and waved. "Oh, and out here we have a lovely hot tub on a wraparound deck and there's a BBQ and sun loungers and an infinity pool." He pulled open the door and the smell of rain flowed in. I took a sip of my drink and walked outside.
Up on the penthouse deck the breeze was blocked by well-placed clear panels and the sounds of the city faintly echoed up to me. I closed my eyes and focused hearing the lapping of the water on the rocks and a few calls of the birds.
I felt a warmth at my back and opened my eyes. Rodger was standing behind me. He swept his fingers through my hair letting the long lengths run through his fingers before falling away.
"You know… with your looks alone you could have any man in the city you wanted. With your brain power you could take over any business you wanted. And your fighting talent… Why haven't you done more?" I shrugged and took another sip.
"No direction and no meaning." He wrapped one arm around my waste.
"Well there's still time." I giggled.
"Because tonight Pinkie, we take over the world." He chuckled in my ear.
"Definitely Brain." He pressed his lips to my neck and slowly began to work up to the back of my ear. I took a slow long sip of my drink then placed the glass to a patio table. Slowly I turned in his arms and slipped my right arm around his neck while my left began to pop open the buttons on his shirt. He growled and locked his lips with mine as he placed his drink down.
With a flick I pulled his shirt from his belt and began to tickle my fingers under the line of his belt. He smirked and put his free hand to my neck.
"Will you take this off?" I pulled away.
"Why? What is it about my scent that drives you males nuts?" He grinned.
"It's a wolf thing." He kissed at my neck as he grinded his hips to mine. "It's kind of like… like…" He pulled back and frowned as he thought of how to explain things. "I really don't know how to describe it…" he played with the scent blocker for a few seconds then wrapped his arms around my waist. "But it has really nice effects." He slipped around and sat on one of the sun loungers pulling me with him and onto his lap.
"Really?" He nodded and his face fell to my exposed chest as his hands freed me from my t-shirt.
"It's like a reaction that's hard wired into my wolfs brain. To recognize friend from foe by their sent and be able to track. Without scent it's like... talking to a ghost. you're there but not really." I nodded slowly as he opened my bra. Werewolves did sniff a lot.
Rodger sat back and waved my bra like a flag as he watched my breasts bounce free. He smirked.
"Got it…" His eyes suddenly went dark and a shudder ran through him. I watched as his eyes fixed on my body in a new way and he grinned. I placed the sent blocker to the table next to the drinks.
"It really is like someone has flipped a switch in your head."
"Oh…" He managed but he seemed to lose his ability to speak. He dropped my bra onto my t-shirt then reached for my shorts. As he pulled my shorts down I raised up to allow him to pull them away then opened his belt and tugged it free. He smiled and fell back as I pushed him down. Quickly he grabbed his zipper and pulled his trousers open and bucked his hips to free himself from them. His hands didn't dally as he grabbed my thighs and pulled me down.
I smiled as I felt his cock brush my inner thigh then slowly lent down to lock lips. With a smirk I pulled away and took in his scent. As he got hard and his scent seemed to become stronger, not only could I smell his arousal which worked wonders on my own state but I could now detect something different.
"What…" He placed a finger over my lips.
"You're beginning to smell things through the nose of a wolf." He grinned. "Just because you don't have one now doesn't mean you don't have the same abilities… now lets…" He didn't get to finish his words as I had buried my face into his neck and began mouthing at his skin. "Oh yes…" He bit his lip then shifted his hips slightly and grazed my opening. I shuddered and could feel one of his hands sliding between my folds and finding my clit.
Rodger let a hiss followed by a moan leave his lips as he blinked up. He gritted his teeth and flipped us over. With a thrust he slipped inside then arched his back up. A small trail of blood ran down his skin and he shuddered as he touched the little wound just above his collar bone. His eyes seemed to start glowing as he smirked and began to thrust slowly in long strokes.
"Naughty girl…" He whispered in my ear and gave a hard thrust then locked lips. With a shudder he grabbed my hips and sat up pulling me with him and keeping me close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let my vocalizations roll over my lips. He grunted and through his head back as he thrust harder. I wiped my face as a cold drop hit my cheek then shuddered as Rodger began to hit all the rights spots. A wave took me and I could feel myself reaching higher levels as Rodger began to grit his teeth.
The wave of pleasure took me and I grabbed his thighs as he thrust hard and fast for a couple of strokes releasing grunts and moans. I felt the warmth spread and seep out as he became still, still holding onto my hips tightly as he took in heavy breaths.
The rain fell heavily around us as we caught our breaths. Rodger leaned forward to block the rain from my face as his hair began to drip. He shuddered again then looked around.
"I should get you inside." I smirked.
"Already did." He chuckled and bit his lip.
"Oh, I'll do it again and again if you let me but… I really mean inside out of the rain." I felt him move away and slip out. "Come on. Do you want something to warm you up?" I raised an eyebrow and he smirked. "You can have me but do you want a hot chocolate or a coffee or tea?" He pulled me to my feet then stooped and grabbed the wet clothes from the ground. With a chuckle he swept me off my feet then carried me inside.
With a kiss he placed me to the sofa and gave a command to the house system. A fire burst into life and the heat began to radiate from it. He pulled away and went to the kitchen and grabbed two mugs. I turned as the door to the deck closed on its own then Rodger returned holding two mugs. He handed me one then sat next to me and placed an arm around my shoulder.
"You didn't say… so… I made hot chocolate… With marshmallows…" He mumbled the last part as he put the mug to his mouth. I leant into him and took a sip.
"It's good…" He nodded then gasped as I placed my head to his shoulder. "What?" I sat up and looked back to see the small wound I have made. He grinned.
"It's nothing… you would have regretted that if you continued." I frowned.
"What do you mean I would have regretted it?" He looked up and sighed.
"I forget you don't know much about werewolf life…" he took a gulp from his mug then pointed to a spot on my neck just above my collar bone that made me shiver. "There… or here." He touched the opposite matching side. "This is the spots we mark a mate…" I frowned.
"What does that mean?" He sighed.
"Dam your innocence is making me hard again." he sat forward and placed his elbows to his knees as he cupped the mug with both hands. "It's a way to claim your mate." He smirked. "It's like a werewolf wedding band. You simply find someone you like… or if you're lucky your mate, and bite them to claim them. You leave behind a tattoo like mark that is unique to you and your… affiliation with the one you marked." I nodded.
"Like Jenny's mark… So you could mark me?" He spluttered and choked on his hot chocolate.
"I wish…" He gasped then shook his head and gave me a sideways glance. "I'd never be able to mark someone like you." I frowned.
"But I could mark you?" He nodded. "Why can you not mark me?" His slumped a bit and sighed.
"I'm a lower Gamma at best. If I was in a pack I'd be a scout… slightly below a warrior, but I can handle myself in a fight…" He gave me a glance. "You're not my mate and are from a higher rank than me, my mate if I had one would be someone in the levels near me like and Epsilon or high-ranking Gamma." He shrugged. "If I were to try and mark someone of a higher station it would end up being rejected by the body and vanish…" I nodded then frowned.
"Are you saying I'm at the rank of Beta?" He shrugged and leant back in the sofa his erection prominent.
"You do get on well with Mathew and Jenny." I felt like he was avoiding the question but I didn't mind.
"So… why would I regret marking you?" He smirked.
"Oh, you're teasing me something terrible here." He shifted uncomfortably and took a long slow breath. "There are three types of marks. A mate mark, a concubine mark and a pack mark. When a wolf is old enough to join a pack they take the blood of the Alpha by a cut on the hand… normally." He was focusing his attention intently on his hot chocolate. "this is the simple form of a mark that all members have somewhere on their bodies, normally on the wrist or arm… near to the point they get cut to take the blood. It allows for mind links, instant attack updates… basically if someone attacks a pack member the nearest members will know and come running to help." I nodded.
"I heard about that one before, can you have more than one pack mark?" He nodded.
"It's not common. Only Beta and High-level Gamma will get this. And only if they're allied packs, if the two packs turn to fighting each other you lose the other mark and go to the one you're strongest with… your first pack." He began to shoot little glances at me. "Like I said you are not my mate… If you were to mark me, I'd end up being your pack member... or concubine." An awkward silence fell over us and he grinned then cleared his throat. "Not that I'd complain about being an older toy boy, but it would mean other were-folk would know exactly what we're up to…" I nodded.
"How would they know?" He shrugged.
"Either by seeing the mark or smelling it." He waved a hand. "Your friend Jenny. Her sent changed after she got a mate." I nodded. "Like that… that's how they'd know." I nodded and looked to his face then to the little wound and wiped my fingers over it. His eyes immediately darkened and his breath caught in his throat.
"So sensitive…" He nodded.
"I… I … I think… think you… put a partial mark there…" He stammered then bit his lip as he placed his hot chocolate onto the edge of the fireplace then looked at me with a mischievous grin. "May I be bold and ask If we can do something different?" I frowned as he took the mug from my hands.
"Like what?" He let his eyes shift and his wolf looked back at me as he changed position and knelt over me.
"Fuck you as a wolf?"