Only Human: Monsters and Men

Chapter 40: Destin Moon

I want to thank all my loyal readers! I especially love the comments. This chapter is short, but I promise the next one will make up for it.

-Lucinda Croft

Change of POV

Crap. Why was that so hot? I had already called the maids, but I was pacing outside the bathroom trying to calm myself down. I had done similar things to dozens of other women. I had even done more lewd things with multiple women at the same time. I could still hear her musical moans and breaths. She was sensitive to my every touch, and her body was more perverted than I had initially thought. The way her fiery eyes challenged me after all of that was enough to make my hair stand on end. I wanted her, and I wanted her bad.

I groaned and grabbed at my hair and ears. I had to return her to Hendrix untouched. There was no way around that. It was logically the best decision I could make, but damn it. Selfishly I wanted to keep her for myself. Make love to her, and show her all the pleasures of her body. Even to just sing together under the full moon. But I couldn't do that.

"Pull it together, Destin. You are a pop sensation with numerous albums and singles. You could have any girl you wanted..." I stopped and looked back towards the bathroom. "Just not that one..."

I finally regained my composure and returned to the bathroom just in time to turn off the bath water. The human hadn't moved much, and her eyes were coldly watching me. She didn't even bother to cover up.

"Still can't move, huh?" I said with a smile. I had been pretty rough with her. More than I was initially planning, but she was so tempting. I wanted to see how far I could take her.

"Nope," she said frustrated. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck..."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Her mood quickly soured and she looked down. I had never felt guilty for pleasuring a woman before, but now I felt a pang of it. I got on my hands and knees grabbing the bar of soup. I reached in the bath to take her arm, and she flinched pulling away. Her eyes looked back at me, but there was fear in them. "I'm only trying to help you bathe. I promise I won't do anything else to you for the rest of the day."

She sighed and looked at me skeptically.

"Werewolves always keep their words. We are loyal creatures, and we have our pride." I held out my hand for hers and waited.

"What is your game?" she said.

"What?"

"I don't understand. Ever since I met you, you've been this cocky, loud, and intimidating guy. You throw your weight around, have little regard for the feelings of others, and you did all of that to me even after I spent all night helping you with your single. Now you are trying to take care of me, and being considerate of my feelings? Is this a part of that imprinting thing? Are you pretending to be nice to confuse my feelings, or maybe I'm now conditioned to see kindness where there isn't?" She slowly lifted her hands and covered her face.

She had a point. I wasn't behaving normally. In the past I would toss girls in the tub and let them figure out how to clean themselves. I've even made girls clean up the sheets that they had dirtied right after our time together. This wasn't me.

I growled and tossed the bar of soap at her. "Fine, clean yourself then." I stormed out and saw a red-headed maid beginning to remove the bed spread. She saw me and blushed batting her eyelashes. I didn't hesitate to grab her and bend her over the bed. "Don't make a sound," I commanded.