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  Delanie’s Werewolf Desires

  Delanie had always been extremely lucky when it came to poker. She’d win hand after hand and really rake in the money. She became so accustomed to winning that she made her living in the casino.

  Each week she’d head over to the downtown casino and win some more money for that week. She won so much that she was surprised no one had talked to her about the possibility of her counting cards. Not that she could ever take the time to do that. No, it was just pure luck that she got where she was. She didn’t bet too high or too low and it really paid off for her.

  But there was one part of her life where she wasn’t so lucky. And that was with the guys. Delanie had always had problems trying to get guys to be with her. All throughout high school and college she’d try to get guys’ phone numbers or get them to go on dates with her. She always got turned down.

  Delanie was a very shy, curvy girl so she figured that was probably the problem. Most guys around here liked hot, confident girls, not scared girls like Delanie. After a period of time in college with lots of hurt feelings and rejections, Delanie finally gave on the guys. She desperately wanted to lose her virginity, but she knew there was more of a chance for her to win a million bucks at the casino.

  So she dedicated herself to winning it big at poker. It was her outlet in life and it worked really well for her. Also, she figured if she could get lucky enough to win it big, she may one day get lucky enough to be with a man who’d be right for her. So far that day hadn’t come yet.

  One night while at the casino, she won one of her biggest sums yet. Five grand in chips went right to her. She usually won something in the high three figures or low four figures, something to pay for that week. But winning five grand? She wouldn’t have to come back for a whole month with that win!

  Delanie was all smiles as she collected her winnings, thinking about how she’d enjoy a nice relaxing month. Maybe she’d take herself out to a nice dinner or a movie or something. She sighed as she turned away from the chip booth. If only there was someone to enjoy her money with her. She considered gambling to be more work than fun and she never understood people that had an addiction to this kind of thing. It wasn’t fun for her, just a boring chore at this point. But it would be a lot more fun if she made money with someone else in mind.

  She turned to leave the casino, bumping into a tall man on her way out. Without thinking, she put a hand out to steady herself.

  “Sorry, I-”

  When her hand touched his body, she looked up involuntarily. Boy was she glad she did.

  He was smiling down at her with a perfect, white smile, dimples and all. He was white, with deep, dark brown, perfect for getting lost in. He had a gorgeous, shaven face with short brown hair. And best of all were his muscles. Her hand had found itself planted on a perfectly ripped torso she could feel even underneath his shirt. She was sure if he took it off his body would probably make her faint it’d be so perfect.

  “E-excuse me,” she mumbled trying to get around him.

  He put a large, warm hand on her trembling shoulder.

  “I’ve been watching you play all night. It looks like you really know how to play poker. What’s your secret? Do you count cards? I promise I won’t tell anyone,” he said, flashing her another blinding smile.

  “N-no, just lucky I guess,” she responded nervously, distracted by his gorgeous face. Already she could find herself getting lost in those eyes.

  “Well you certainly seem to get very lucky. This is the third week I’ve seen you in here and you always seem to be winning.”

  “Well like you said, I know how to play the game,” she responded a little defensively.

  “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked casually.

  Delanie had nowhere to be, but she wasn’t sure about this man quite yet. She didn’t like how he kept asking her questions about her game.

  “Why do you want to buy me a drink?”

  He shrugged.

  “Because I think you’re very pretty, and I’d like to buy you a drink.”

  His compliment took her aback. No one had ever been that direct to her before. This man simply oozed confidence. Delanie knew if she wasn’t careful, she was going to start falling for this man faster than she could think.

  “Okay, one drink,” she said, her heart starting to flutter. How would she make a fool of herself this time? She knew she’d embarrass the hell out of herself with a guy this hot. It had happened before.

  One time in college, she actually got into a nice conversation with a really cute guy she’d just met. She was so surprised she was actually having a conversation with him that she quickly found that she didn’t know how to talk. She just sat there, in his dorm, staring at him like an idiot, not having the slightest clue of what to say. Wasn’t it usually guys who had trouble talking to girls? After that horrific night, the guy did a great job of mimicking her and never spoke to her again. Delanie did not want a repeat of that with this man.

  He led her back over to the bar. The man knocked his hand on the counter and ordered something Delanie couldn’t hear. The bartender poured the drinks right in front of them, but Delanie couldn’t see what he poured and felt a little nervous.

  “What did you order me?” she asked as he handed her a glass and raised his glass to his mouth.

  “Something I think you’ll like a lot,” he replied.

  She reluctantly took a sip. She had never quite tasted anything like it. It tasted like fire. Good, but very strong. Surprising herself, she downed her glass as he finished his.

  He grinned as he watched her put down her glass with a thump.

  “You seem to be quite the drinker. I like that in a girl.”

  Delanie blushed in spite of herself. She wasn’t really a great drinker, but that stuff tasted great.

  “What was that?” she asked, still feeling a slight burning in her throat.

  “I always like to order that for pretty girls. It’s called ‘Burning Passion.’ Not the most creative name I know, but I didn’t come up with it,” he said shrugging again as Delanie giggled, again in spite of herself.

  “The bartender knows how to make it good, though. We’ve been friends for a long time.” He was staring at her intently, hungrily as he spoke. As if he actually thought she was attractive and wanted her. Delanie forced those thoughts out of her mind. It was too dangerous to think like that – she didn’t want to humiliate herself again.

  But the drink seemed to give her some confidence back.

  “Seriously, what’s going on?” she asked accusingly. She had learned long ago not to trust anyone she didn’t know.

  He chuckled pleasantly.

  “What do you mean?” he asked politely as if they were old friends sitting down for a chat.

  “I mean no one ever buys me drinks. Are you trying to seduce me or something?” she said without thinking, wishing she could scoop the words right out of the air and push them back into her mouth.

  But he just chuckled again, unperturbed.

  “I find it hard to believe no one buys you drinks, a gorgeous girl like yourself. But as to your question… well I don’t want to lie, so I won’t respond. Let’s just say, I think you are extremely pretty.” His eyes seemed to gleam. Not in an evil way or anything, as though he wished her harm. But in a way that seemed to tell her: I want to fuck your brains out.

  “How about we go somewhere a little more private, just you and me?” he asked suddenly.

  Delanie felt as though she was in a dream. The guy was already indicating he wanted to fuck… Could this be the night she finally loses her virginity? How had she not humiliated herself yet? What the fuck was going on?

  All of her instincts told her to say no, to get the hell out of that bar and not go back for a month. To completely forget about this man and never speak to him again. Something had to be going on. No one ever talked to her this way before. But she just couldn’t leave. He was too damned irresistible. She didn’t know why he thought she
was attractive, but her body was more than willing to find out.

  He stood up and took her hand.

  “Trust me.”

  And with those two words ringing in her ears, she followed him to the back of the casino and through a small door. She’d been gambling at this casino for a long time and she’d never even known there was a door here. Where was he taking her?

  Suddenly he paused and turned to her. Without a word, without the slightest warning, he took her in his strong arms, gazed into her eyes and went in for a slow, soft, gentle kiss. For a split second, Delanie felt shock and almost wanted to pull away. But the heat of his mouth quickly pulled her in and she tried to reciprocate, kissing him back. His tongue wove its way into her mouth as Delanie felt her pussy throb with desire, knowing she wanted him badly now.

  Delanie felt herself sinking deeper into the kiss, letting it consume her. Her tongue got a tough workout as it tried to keep up with his, battling for control of her mouth. He tasted more delicious than anything she’d ever tasted before.

  He broke it off, staring deeply into her eyes.

  “Upstairs?” he said, his own body responding to her. She could see the outline of his quickly growing cock beneath his pants as her pussy throbbed once more. It had never met a cock before, but it was sure eager to now.

  But a strange thought had just occurred to her. He’d been watching her gamble, which meant he knew she won a lot of money. Maybe he thought she was some kind of rich girl because she counted cards. He wanted her because he thought she was rich. That must be it. How was she blind enough not to have seen that before?

  Sighing internally, she moved away from him.

  “You don’t actually think I’m beautiful. I used to know assholes like you. You only want me because you think I’m rich. You think I’ve been counting cards and can make good money. No wonder you were so quick to fuck me. You think that after we’ve fucked, you can move in with me or something and make off with some of my money!”

  Delanie hardly knew what she was saying at this point. That drink he gave her was stronger than she thought. Was she being too hard on him? Was she dead wrong? Too late to back down now.

  She turned on her heel and started to walk back, already regretting her outburst. But before she could take two steps, the man gently put a hand on her shoulder.

  “Wait. I’m serious. You are beautiful to me. I don’t give a shit what you won. I want you – uh what was your name again?”

  Delanie glared at him.

  “See, you don’t even know my name!”

  “Well to be fair, you never told me yours either.”

  They paused for a moment before bursting out laughing. Delanie didn’t know what the hell was going on, but she really found herself beginning to fall for this man.

  “My name is Delanie,” she said with a grin as the laughter finally subsided.

  “Blake,” he said, shaking her hand formally.

  “Nice to meet you Blake.”

  “You too, Delanie.”

  An awkward silence followed. Delanie’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Blake definitely sounded sincere and she could almost see in his eyes that he was actually telling the truth. But she had to be sure. She didn’t want to get hurt by this guy, even if it meant losing her virginity.

  She wanted to be with a man who’d love her, not someone who just wanted her for money. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. A crazy, stupid idea that would cause her to lose all her money, but she was tired of being single. She wanted a man more than anything. And being with this man would be the best thing that had ever happened to her, if he turned out to be sincere.

  “Okay, you’re going to have to prove to me that you’re not just some asshole out for my money. I’m going to take the money that I won tonight and gamble it away. It’ll all be gone. You can watch me. I’ll play two rounds. If you really do want me, you’ll meet me back here again.”

  He looked mildly surprised for a second.

  “You’re going to lose all the money you earned tonight just to see if I’m telling the truth?”

  She nodded.

  He began to laugh and shook his head.

  “If you think that’ll help you, go for it. I told you I want you more than anything.” he said, lightly cupping her cheek in his large, warm hand.

  Reluctantly, she forced herself to turn around and walked back to the Blackjack table. She watched as Blake walked over to the bar and sat down, intently staring at her once more, waiting for her to lose. She turned to the game.

  After the first loss, she looked back at the bar to make sure he was still there. He waved at her as she turned back. So far, so good. She went back to her game and practically gave the rest of her money away.

  Any professional or even semi-decent poker player would have been ashamed to watch her. The dealer was quietly incredulous, his eyes wide as her money disappeared. But she didn’t care. Hopefully after tonight, she will have fucked the hottest guy in the world.

  After the two worst losses in her gambling career, she turned around to again look at the seat. Delanie’s heart sank. There was no one there. She’d just wasted five grand on a man who she thought truly wanted her. She really wanted to believe he was sincere. She was finally ready to be with a man who cared about her, but he turned out to be another asshole. In one last hope, she forced herself to stand up and turned to the back.

  She stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting there by the door was the man. He had a small smile on his face as he stared at her. She stared right back, drinking in the sight of him before stumbling across the bar right over to him.

  “You really don’t care that I lost my money?” she asked, not daring to believe it.

  His eyes stared deeply into hers, silently pulling her in.

  “I told you I was serious. You didn’t have to waste your money, but knowing that you care that much about being with me makes me feel hornier than ever,” he said, an sensuous edge to his voice.

  “But I’m a virgin. Before tonight, I’ve never even kissed a man much less fucked one. You don’t want to be with someone as inexperienced as me. All my life I’ve been too curvy to ever sleep with a guy before,” she muttered, ashamed.

  He chuckled.

  “It’s all right.” Delanie looked up, surprised.

  “I can teach you just fine. By the end of tonight, you’ll have lost your virginity in the most special way possible, I can promise you that.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked, curious.

  “You have to trust me.”

  He reached her and without a word, pressed his lips onto hers again. She responded as best she could as he attacked her with his mouth, tracing his tongue along her lower lip. He didn’t even give her time to draw breath as he attacked again, getting her wetter than ever. God she wanted nothing more than for him to be inside of her.

  She wanted to take his shirt off and fuck him right then and there but this wasn’t the right spot. She reluctantly broke off as his hand groped her back.

  “Is there a place we can go that would be a little more private? Do you have a car or something?” she asked, a little impatient. She wanted to see what was underneath his shirt.

  He pointed and Delanie saw another door.

  “I wanted to show you before. That door leads to a spare bedroom. The bartender owns this place and lets me stay here from time to time.”

  He grinned. “I promise it’s very comfortable. It’s the perfect spot.”

  Delanie nodded, eager to get fucked.

  Blake took her by the hand and led her through. As they walked, Delanie noticed his muscles moving seductively underneath his shirt. He became sexier by the minute. Her pussy moistened: she couldn’t wait to see what was underneath his clothes.

  But along with her desire, there was a shred of doubt. She felt silly for thinking it, but she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. It was her first time so she really hoped he would take it easy on her.

  “So will it hur
t?” she asked, voicing her thoughts out loud as she approached the comfortable looking bed. She cringed internally as she said it, hoping that wouldn’t turn him off.

  But he just gave his pleasant chuckle again.

  “I’ll be gentle. Mostly.”

  Fuck it. She nodded at him. Without warning, he tore off his clothes revealing a perfect cock. God it was huge. Delanie felt her pussy leak as her body responded to the glorious sight of his quickly hardening cock. She knew what she had to do.

  She got down on her knees and moved towards that humongous cock. She touched the head with a tentative hand and felt it quiver in her hand. He wanted her. She grabbed it firmly and began to massage up and down in slow strokes, trying to mimic what she’d seen in porn. So far it seemed to be working.