50 Payback

I'm not too sure what the lifespan is for a breeder, but I know that if Eros and I were to permanently mate, I will acquire his long life span.

What I mean is that once he marks me, our souls will bond together, making us become one.

With this bond, it also changes my mortality, making me as immortal as he is.

This is a rather scary thing for many humans who become mates with werewolves.

Because, they will live to the day where they will see all their family and friends die off, one by one.

It's a rather depressing thing.

You gain immortality yet you lose loved ones over the long years. In a sense, it was give and take.

I peeked up at Eros through the veil of my lashes, noting how he sat slightly rigid in the bed, blue eyes a shade darker than usual.

His piercing stare was persistent and scorching on my back.

I pretend not to notice and continue to comb through my hair; even though, I had been combing it for almost 5 minutes now, just to raise up the anticipation.

But, by the tent in the silk sheets and his predator-like gaze, I was able to discern his currently aroused predicament.

Today was the day for my payback.

I needed to teach Eros that he can't tease a 36-year-old virgin and get away with it.

I was dressed in his white dress shirt because I remember reading somewhere that men had a thing for women dressed in their dress shirts.

Eros got off at just the sight of me in his clothes so I'm sure that it wouldn't hurt to give him the fantasy that most men wanted.

The shirt came to mid-thigh because of how tall Eros is. It seemed more like a dress on my frame, hanging off of my bare left shoulder with the sleeves folded upwards to uncover my wrist and forearms.

I had purposefully left two buttons unbuttoned, leaving the fabric gaping open at the front and exposing my entire cleavage along with a portion of my waist.

I didn't bother to wear a bra either.

Since the shirt was white, he could see a rather blurred image of my nipples framed against the smooth fabric when I lifted my arms and smoothed my hair behind my back.

If this doesn't get him panting like a mess under me then I don't know what will.

I gave him an innocent smile before sauntering over to the bed with a lazy swing of my hips, trying to be as seductive as possible.

And, as expected, my butt hadn't even touched the bedding when he had already pulled me over to his side.

His strong arms encircled my waist and his head buried into the crook of my neck and shoulder.

I could feel his hot breath pillow against the sensitive skin of my neck.

At just that small exhale, all the hairs on my body stood on end.

I became as stiff as a rod, unsure if I would be able to tease him when my bodily actions betrayed what I wanted to do.

I had to keep telling myself to keep calm but it seemed impossible when it came to Eros.

Eros' strong hands palmed the flesh of my naked thigh, teasingly stroking the skin until I was a quivering mess.

The intensity of the sparks, that erupted on my flesh, were like fireworks in the sky, mesmerizing and heated.

It was obvious that I was easily affected by him. Just the lightest of touch or the sound of his voice was enough to make me aroused.

It's not fair.

Why was I always the one looking like a hot mess after he was done playing?

Why can't I be the one playing with him instead?

With that thought, I managed to push him off and onto his back.

My legs swing up and around his waist until I was fully situated on top of his hard stomach.

His body heat penetrated through the thin cotton of my panties, making me swallow down the urge to moan at the sparks that had unexpectedly erupted against such a sensitive area.

Feigning calm, I tipped my head towards him and stared down from above.