Dates and Desperation

RHIANNON

“Do you know where we’re going?” I question Laren as she pulls clothes from my closet.

“Yes, but you’re not going to get it out of me! He wants it to be a surprise.”

She brings a few things out of the closet and hands me a white button-down shirt. “Here, put this on.”

“This thing is huge!” I slip it on and it reaches mid-thigh.

“Yeah, I know, but look, button it up, like this, then cinch the middle with this belt.” She pulls a caramel colored leather belt around my waist.

She pulls thigh-high suede boots that match the belt color from the closet. “Put these on.”

I slip them on and stand several inches taller.

She looks at me, tapping her finger to her chin.

She pulls a gray patterned jacket from the closet, and I slip it on. It hangs mid-calf and has large, rounded lapels.

This isn’t an outfit I would ever pick but I like it, and I think Isaac will like it.

“Can I do just a little bit of makeup?” she asks again. We had this conversation earlier; I found that makeup makes my already too large eyes look much larger.

“Pleeeease, please, please,” she begs.

“A little bit of mascara maybe,” I give in.

She pulls my hair into a loose, messy braid, stating that I would “definitely want my hair out of my face.”

As she ties the bottom of the braid, Isaac walks into the room. He’s wearing black slacks and a dark blue button-down shirt. He has the sleeves rolled up and the top button undone.

He looks so handsome.

“Wow, Annie, you look beautiful.” He smiles, causing me to blush deeply.

“You too,” I whisper against his neck as he hugs me.

Laren squeals. “You guys are the cutest. I can’t wait to find my mate.”

He holds my hand tightly as we walk toward the garages. A black, sporty looking car is waiting on the driveway.

“No truck?”

“Not tonight, baby,” he winks as he pulls my door open for me.

I play with my hands as we drive through the desert. I don’t know if I’ve ever been on a date before. It helps to know that Isaac hasn’t done this before. I can tell that he’s nervous, too.

I’m amazed as we drive down Las Vegas Boulevard—the huge hotels, the bright lights, the hustle and bustle. I don’t know where to look.

We pull up to a small, nondescript building in a strip mall. I eye him suspiciously.

He chuckles and says, “You’ll see, come on.”

I gasp as we round the corner. A large black limousine is parked in front of a small building. I’m trying to find the business name, but I don’t get a chance.

A man in a suit steps out of the driver's seat. “Mr. Jackson?” His eyes never leave mine. He’s talking to Isaac, but he’s staring at me.

“Yes,” Isaac answers him stiffly, pulling me closer to his side.

“Right on time,” he opens the rear door for us. As I walk toward the door, his eyes trail up and down my body. Instinctively, I pull my jacket closed around myself.

Isaac yanks the door from him and sends him a murderous glare. “I’ve got it.”

The driver rolls his eyes and walks back to the front of the car.

“If we weren’t on a date, I would rip his eyes out,” he spits out through a clenched jaw.

I pull his hand into mine and kiss it gently. He calms—slightly—and kisses my hand.

“You’re mine. He shouldn’t be staring at you like that.”

“I’m yours,” I answer him simply.

My answer sparks something in him. He takes my mouth possessively with his. I barely register the limo beginning to move as I wrap my arms around his neck.

I moan into the kiss. His hands slide into my jacket, gripping my waist roughly. Time stands still; seconds, minutes, I have no idea how long we lose ourselves in the kiss.

He pulls back, lust and hunger swirling in his eyes. I whimper at the loss of contact.

“We’re almost there,” his voice is raspy and low, tightening the coil forming in my stomach even further.

The limo pulls into a small regional airport. I perk up—what does he have up his sleeve?

The driver opens the door for us. Isaac steps out and stands menacingly, blocking the driver from being able to see me as I climb out of the back.

We walk into a small area off to the side of the airport labeled for local flights.

Through the large glass windows I see several small propeller planes and helicopters.

I look at him excitedly. “What are we doing, Isaac?”

“You’ll see,” he smiles down at me.

“Mr. Jackson?” A man comes from an office.

Isaac nods, pulling me protectively to his side.

“I’m Will Holden, your pilot for this evening. We’ll be taking off momentarily.”

I rock on my feet, so excited that I can’t keep still.

The next few minutes pass by like an eternity. Finally, Mr. Holden asks us to follow him.

We walk to a beautiful gold and black helicopter. My mind is racing and I can’t stop looking at the helicopter, taking in all of the details.

I hope there are no in-flight emergencies because I’m not paying any attention as the pilot goes over the safety procedures.

On the horizon, the sun starts to sink in the sky.

We board the helicopter, and Isaac adjusts my straps so that I’m tightly secured to my seat.

As the helicopter lifts off, I feel a wave of dizziness wash over me. The lightheaded buzz of takeoff would have been exciting if my shoulder didn’t start to ache.

I try to roll my upper back against the seat, but I’m too tightly buckled to get relief.

I try to ignore it, to hide it, but, as usual, he sees my discomfort immediately.

“Is your shoulder bothering you?” he speaks into the headset.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?”

“It only just started.”

He nods. “I’ll take care of that tonight.”

I don’t miss the dark look in his eyes.

Eventually, the pain in my back subsides, and I’m lost in the view. We fly over the Grand Canyon at sunset. The smoky red and orange sky illuminates the jagged rocks below.

It doesn’t look real. The desert is glowing.

Once the sun disappears from view and the darkness has settled around us, we fly toward the strip. The row of lights shines in the sea of empty desert and dark sky.

The strip is completely lit up and alive. Even from the air, I can feel the buzz from the busy streets. I feel the tingling from the champagne we’ve been drinking.

I turn from the view to look at Isaac. His eyes are already focused on me. He licks his lips and takes a sip from his glass.

I wish I could blame the alcohol for my instant hunger for him, but it simply wouldn’t be true. A look is all it takes to make my insides flutter and my knees grow weak.

I bite my lip, and he has to peel his eyes away. When he adjusts in his seat, I notice the bulge forming in his pants. I feel hot arousal at my core and clench my legs together.

The rest of the tour is spent trying to control the urge to rip off my safety belt and lunge at him. He looks like he’s struggling to keep himself from doing the same thing.

When we land at the airport, we quickly deplane. My chest deflates when I remember that we have to ride back to the car. I want to be alone with him now.

The limo driver for our return ride is a woman. The tension from earlier is gone, only to be replaced by this new, torturous frustration.

I squeeze my thighs together as his thumb draws light circles on my palm. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

My boldness in this instance might be because of the alcohol.

I reach over and press my palm into his bulge with enough pressure to feel it twitch in his pants.

“Annie.” His voice is low and rumbling. He shifts in his seat as I move my palm up and down over him. A deep, salacious groan reverberates in his chest.

“Yes, Alpha?” I bite down on my bottom lip and try to look innocent.

“Shit,” he whimpers. His mouth is hanging open and his pupils are completely blown out.

As soon as the limo stops, he pushes the door open and practically yanks me from my seat.

He yells an impolite “goodbye” over his shoulder as he carries me back to the car.

He pulls out onto the main street like we’re being chased by the cops.

“You are in so much fucking trouble,” he grits through his teeth.

He weaves the car through traffic, desperate to get home. When we have to stop at a red light, he groans impatiently. I watch as he palms himself.

“If I touched you right now, would you crash the car?” I giggle. I want to help him, but I’m not sure touching him would help right now.

“Take off your panties,” he demands, ignoring my teasing. We’re off the strip now, speeding down the pitch-black road.

Without hesitation, I pull them down my legs. He holds his hand out. “Give them to me.”

I place them in his large hand and watch as he rubs them between his fingers.

“I knew you would be soaked,” he chokes out.

With no warning, he pulls the car roughly to a stop in the darkness.

“Come here,” he growls and I climb over the middle console into his lap. We’re squished together in the small car.

He quickly frees himself from his pants and pushes himself up to rub against me as I straddle him.

I’m panting, anticipation making me shake. Each time his throbbing head touches my clit, I jerk slightly.

“Slide down, baby. I don’t want to rush you. Go at your own pace, slide down on me,” I feel him, holding himself at my entrance.

Gripping his shoulders tightly, I lower myself onto him. His head falls back and his jaw goes slack.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

I open my mouth to speak but only a loud groan comes out. This position is different from the others we’ve tried. I feel him much deeper, filling me to the point of discomfort. I wiggle, trying to adjust to his huge size this way.

“It’s so…you’re so…” I moan, unable to express a coherent thought.

He holds my hips tightly, bruising me. He lifts and lowers me on him. We’re both panting and moaning loudly, the windows of the small car fogging up.

“I had plans tonight,” he moans. “I wanted…shit…I wanted to take you to dinner after.” He chokes on every word, lost in pleasure.

The knot in my core is so tight I want to scream. I start rolling my hips faster, aching for release. He thrusts his hips upward and it knocks the air from my lungs.

“Oh my…oh…I…” My brain is broken, lost in the feeling.

“You’re so tight. Fuck, I can’t believe how good you feel.”

He thrusts up into me frantically, moaning and cursing loudly.

The physical pleasure is intense, but the emotions I’m feeling are weighing down on me, making it harder to breathe. My soul feels ripped open and laid bare before him.

I can feel him in every thrust, his need for me, his adoration. I’m as physically close to him as I can get, but it’s not enough. I want more of him, all of him.

I don’t know what comes over me—I grab his face with one hand and pull my collar to the side with the other.

His eyes meet mine wildly.

“Annie, are you…fuck—are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” I nearly scream.

He thrusts into me harshly as his teeth sink into my neck. The feeling is so intense that I scream and instantly explode around him. He shudders beneath me, emptying himself with rough jerks.

I moan as he pulls his teeth from my neck.

“Holy fuck, Annie,” he pants. “That was.…are you okay?”

I run my fingertips over the sore skin of my neck, smiling. “I’m great.”