Guardian Wolf Ch. 05

Just as she was about to set down on the plush upholstery James triggered the vibrator in Rachel's ass that about sent Rachel straight through the moon roof of the limousine. She shrieked in surprise then started to moan as the vibrations started to arouse her senses. This caused the chauffer, a young omega, to look back in concern as he heard the commotion from the back. James quickly assured the driver that everything was okay and to proceed to the restaurant. Rachel tried to shoot James a dirty look but the new sensations flowing from her ass were short circuiting her higher cortical functions. All she could focus upon was the abundant new neural impulses assaulting her senses at this time. James grinned wickedly seeing the fight was quickly leaving Rachel. He thumbed another button on the remote and the vibrator in her pussy began to pulsate with a new sequence of motions. Rachel's eyes popped open in astonishment then quickly glassed over as the erotic sensations forced her to concentrate on the building orgasm. She began to rock lewdly in the seat across from her mate. James watched in fascination as Rachel ignored her surroundings in search of her own pleasure. Rachel's breath began to come in quivering gasps as she felt a sizable orgasm beginning to crest deep within her. Just before the moment of release when she tipped over into sweet oblivion, James shut both vibrators off; her elusive orgasm vanished in an instant. She screamed in frustration as she glared daggers at her mate. She began to scream oaths of anger and revenge through her mind at her mate. James simply smiled and pointed out the limo window.

"We're here," James said matter-of-factly ignoring her glares and oaths of bodily harm against him.

"I will fucking get you," Rachel said dangerously in a low voice as he helped her out of the limo.

"Promises, promises my little mate. You remember that I have all the power in my hand at this point. You are my adorable little plaything and you will behave as such. I have waited patiently for months to field test this new prototype; I expect you to maintain an objective and open mind while testing. Besides, you are the one who is getting all the pleasure," James rationalized with his mate, "I get nothing out of the deal."

"Besides watching me squirm in public as you tease and excite me mercilessly," Rachel said in comeback.

"Well, there is that," James conceded with a wicked smile.

Rachel linked her arm with her mate after brooding for a brief moment. Despite his teasing with the damned contraptions, she was definitely enjoying the evening. They walked towards a non-descript building in what looked like the Seattle warehouse district. The only external advertisement that spoke of the buildings function was a small sign that bore the Wolfe's family crest and the name Chez Wolfe. The lack of glitz and glamour was puzzling to Rachel and she pointed this out to James.

"The regular clientele enjoy a quiet moment of anonymity here when they dine. They usually lead very public lives and are constantly hounded by the media and Paparazzi. Eating here gives them a moment of reprieve, from the social pariah that surrounds them, to enjoy a meal as a regular person without being bombarded with camera flashes and microphones. Gus takes privacy very seriously when it comes to this place. To dine here is by invitation only and members and guests keep its location in the strictest confidence; the restaurant itself is not known outside of a few select circles. What makes this restaurant so popular and unique is its adherence to privacy. A restaurant is not truly exclusive if everyone knows about it. The most prized locations to dine are the ones you don't even know about," James said in explanation as he opened the entrance door with a gentlemanly flair.

The interior of Chez Wolfe was an entirely different story. The restaurant was laid out in a large ballroom style with booths and tables filling the interior. Larger more private dining 'boxes' lined the walls of the restaurant providing certain members with an increased level of intimate dining. A small brunette serving as a hostess greeted the young couple with a cheerful smile and pointed them back towards the largest box in back of the large ballroom. As they walked slowly towards their destination, James pointed out several things to Rachel. She stood amazed at the sheer opulence of the décor, from the antique brass, polished to a mirror finish, and the wood finishing of the individual boxes to the gigantic chandelier that adorned the high ceiling above the main dining area. Rachel felt like she was spending a fortune simply standing in the exclusive dining establishment.

James chuckled quietly at her private musings as he opened the door to their private dining box. Inside was a large booth that could entertain up to eight people at once but was also perfectly acceptable for an intimate dinner for two. The walls were painted in dark burgundies with authentic gas lanterns burning quietly in the corners. The lights lit their space with a romantic glow while casting shadows around the exterior of the room; this created the illusion that James and Rachel were in their own little world, devoid of interruption. James and Rachel took a few brief moments to admire the quaint decorations before turning to each other to discuss their meal.

"This restaurant is not only different in style but in menu babe. Gus scoured the world for the finest chefs imaginable. There is no preset menu and you may order anything your heart desires, within reason of course. You can order anything from a simple hamburger to filet mignon, lobster, or even sushi. Chez Wolfe boasts three of the world's top chefs at one location and they welcome even the most unique appetites," James said with pride.

"When we are ready to order, I simply flip the switch behind you there and it notifies the attending waiter inside the kitchen. Think about what you want while I summon the sommelier for something special for our date tonight," James said as he flipped a switch directly above his head. A few minutes passed and a large man knocked before entering their tiny suite.

"Good evening Madame and Monsieur, my name is Francois and I will be your sommelier for the evening. What may I bring you?" the man said in a heavily accented French voice.

James laughed from the shadow of the room, "Cut the bullshit Jason, it's me!"

Jason strained a moment before recognizing the owner the voice. He grinned widely as he dropped the faux French accent and mannerisms.

"What up James? Is it already your turn in the big box?" Jason said with a grin as he pointed his finger about him.

"Yes. Rachel and I went through the Rites last night. We are officially celebrating our honeymoon tonight before we head up to the cabin. Jason, this is my mate Rachel. Rachel, this is Jason SchneeBerger, Dieter's youngest. He is perhaps the finest sommelier in all of Washington. He knows more about wine and fine dining than you or I could ever hope to know. He studied in France under some of the world's greatest at Le Cordone Bleue in Paris. He met his mate Nicole there as well. Where in France is she from again Jason?" James asked their wine steward.

"She comes from Epernay in the Champagne Valley. It is fitting that the mate of a sommelier should come from some of the best wine country in the world, no?" Jason said, slipping back into his French accent.

"No. Who put you up to speaking in that god-awful accent? I know you speak fluent French but you don't have to go full Pepe Le Pew on everyone," James said gently reprimanding his friend.

"Blame that Russian bastard Dmitry," Jason said in mock anger.

"I bet him there is no way he could come within three shots of my dad's record. And you know what that little Rusky shit did? He came within three shots of my dad's record. Fucking lucky son of a bitch is the damn Devil with that pistol of his! This is my punishment for my arrogance. I have to speak with this damn accent for an entire fucking week while I am working! Nicole can't stop laughing her ass off at me; she says it is the funniest damn thing she has ever heard. Gus looks at me like I've lost my god damn mind. And the chefs are all taking bets on how long it takes me before I snap and start killing customers," Jason grumbled.

James and Rachel chuckled good naturedly at their friend's misfortune.

"Fuck it all! What can I get for you?" Jason asked.

"You decided what you want babe?" James asked Rachel.

"Gods! Some red meat that is this short of mooing; just pull off the horns and sear it on both sides! Ever since last night I have been craving red meat. What is up with that?!" Rachel asked.

"Your wolf is asserting herself madam Alpha. When we are in wolf form we hunt live game and consume raw, red meat. Before your first change your wants and needs often collide and it causes some rather unique cravings. Nicole says it is almost as bad as being pregnant," Jason chuckled.

"How's the venison tonight Jason?" James asked.

"Great! Your brother just sent in a fresh shipment this morning. Ever since Brent branched out into wild game, our venison orders have gone through the roof. He must be mixing in something addictive with that corn feed, because people can't seem to get enough of the Tournedos. The meat is so fucking tender you don't even need a knife. And the way Alan prepares it; I swear it has the staff's wolves going mad. It just about makes me want to shift and start hunting," Jason said wiping a small string of saliva from the end of his mouth.

"Sounds delicious! Tell Brian I'll have the Venison chops with garlic-herb red potatoes and the fresh green beans and Rachel will have the venison Tournedos Rossini with the foie gras. What wine do you suggest with that?" James asked.

"I have just the thing! I have a 1924 Chateau d'Armailhac Pauillac Bordeaux that will go perfect with both of those dishes. Gods! The flavors alone will drive you to ecstasy. Is there anything else?" Jason asked.

"Yes, for our celebration I want a bottle of the 1988 Dom Perignon Champagne Rose," James said.

"James. We can't be ordering alcohol. I mean we aren't even twenty-one yet!" Rachel said.

Jason couldn't help but chuckle at her ignorance, "Don't worry madam Alpha. We Lycan have extremely high metabolisms. The alcohol metabolizes long before its effects become evident. You would have to go swimming in a wine cask to become drunk. It is quite common for the newly mated to enjoy a celebratory bottle after the Rites. No one will think twice about you enjoying some wine with your meal."

Rachel blushed profusely at her ignorant faux pas, "Gods I feel so stupid!" Rachel said.

"Don't be," James said, "babe, forty-eight hours ago you were human and had no idea of our world. You are simply reacting to human society dogma. It takes all of us, even those born Lycan to become accustomed to how things work in our world. Just relax and expect to make a few mistakes; no one is judging you," James said as he caressed Rachel's thigh.

Rachel began to relax under her mate's calming words and the gentle caress of his strong hand on her thigh. Unfortunately, James took the moment of quiet to turn on the vibrators and increase the devices' frequencies. Rachel squeaked once in surprise then surrendered her body to the delicious sensations the vibrators were now sending through her sensitive pussy and ass. She failed miserably at masking her moans of ecstasy. Rachel tried terribly to look upset at James but she could not bring her face muscles to perform properly. Instead she lashed out in her mind at her mischievous mate.

You fucking bastard...oh Gods!...mmmm....why the fuck do you insist on turning on these goddamn contrapt...oh fuck that's good...ugh...when we have company?

Jason felt a moment of concern for Rachel until he noticed a familiar remote held surreptitiously in James's right hand. He had known James long enough to know of his inventions. He had bought Nicole several to add some additional kinkiness to their relationship. Her favorite was to have one in her ass as Jason took her from behind. The additional friction and vibration was most satisfying to both of them. Jason chuckled and gave a knowing look at James. James shrugged his shoulders and looked wickedly at his friend while Rachel continued to moan and writhe quietly next to him. Jason made a quick exit to relay their dinner order before things got further out of hand. He paused a moment to place a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door before continuing to the kitchen.

The moment Rachel heard the door shut was when she chose to attack James. She scrambled beneath the table and deftly unzipped James, removed his growing cock and stuffed it deeply down her throat. James was unprepared for this surprise attack and nearly dropped the remote into his water glass. He had engineered the remote to be water resistant but did not want to test its durability at this time; he was having way too much fun playing with his mate right now. But Gods! Did his wife know how to suck cock! She bobbed on his hog and massaged his sensitive head with her throat muscles like it was going out of style. James gasped as he felt Rachel pause and align her throat to take James completely down her throat; obviously she had zero gag reflexes. Rachel buried her nose in James's dark patch of pubis; she inhaled deeply drawing fresh oxygen through her nose. The scent of her mate was driving her mad with lust, forcing her ever closer to a large orgasm. But it was when James let all inhibition go and drove both vibrators to maximum power that things really got interesting.

The orgasm that immediately followed the increase of power was shocking and almost overwhelming to Rachel. She began to scream mutely into James's lap as her juices flooded the floor beneath them with her womanly essence. She had to back off his cock in her throat less she pass out from the lack of oxygen. James backed off the power of the vibrators to a more manageable level. Encouraged by the perversity and the extreme eroticism of her orgasm she began to fellate her mate with renewed gusto. James grunted with pleasure and began to thrust into her open mouth as he treated her mouth lewdly like a second vagina. This new turn of events only increased her arousal as she felt deliciously naughty being treated like a filthy fuck toy. She relaxed her jaw and allowed James to abuse her orally. His thrust increased steadily while she flicked her tongue over his sensitive head until he moaned deeply in his throat and the first salty stream of his seed erupted from the end of his cock.

She swallowed greedily as his cream graced her tongue. The taste of her mate's seed, coupled with their public location, however secluded, sent Rachel moaning into a second orgasm. Where the first orgasm was a tsunami that threatened to sweep her under, this orgasm was gentler, more manageable, yet far more satisfying. Rachel spent the next five minutes lovingly stroking and cleaning James's cock and balls as his breathing recovered above her. She poked her head from beneath the table cloth to look coyly at her mate. James simply smiled with a happy-stupid grin on his face. His cock refused to flag however, giving Rachel another wicked idea that splayed across her face.

Before James could think to object (as if he really would), Rachel climbed out from beneath the table and on to her mate. She deftly extracted the vibrator from her pussy and set it on the table where it continued to hum quietly, content to perform its duties without an owner. In a moment of perfect balance and poise that would make a world class gymnast proud, Rachel sank onto her mate's cock until he was buried deeply in her moistened hole. Together they began to rock gently back and forth enjoying the amazing sensation of being coupled once more. Rachel began to kiss and nip playfully at James's neck and lips. She grabbed his right ear lobe and sucked it greedily, forcing James to groan in absolute pleasure.

"Turn the vibrator in my ass higher lover. We need to make this quick. I want to feel that blasted piece of plastic banging away inside me," Rachel said hotly as she held her lover's gaze.

James grinned wickedly at his wife's brazen suggestion and thumbed the button to the vibrator in her ass. Rachel shuddered from the increased sensation and then closed her eyes as she concentrated on bringing them both to release. James was enjoying the new sensations immensely. The vibration from her ass carried equally to her pussy as it massaged and caressed his erect cock. He quickly felt himself nearing the point of no return as he began to meet every downward thrust of Rachel's with one of his own in the opposite direction. They quickly settled into a frantic rhythm that left both panting and whimpering in need as they could feel each other's orgasms quickly approaching. Rachel toppled first into sweet oblivion. To keep herself from crying out she sank her teeth deeply into James's shoulder. The combination of silk and cotton successfully stifled her cries of pleasure. The increased vibration and the visual stimulus of his mate's release proved too much as he embraced his own orgasm. He grunted heavily as he bathed her insides with his virile concoction.

Rachel sighed heavily as she felt her Alpha release his seed deep within her womb and basked in the warmth it provided her. She smiled and looked deeply into the sated eyes of her mate and lover. They kissed deeply as Rachel reached behind to retrieve the errant vibrator still humming happily away on the table. She quickly dismounted her mate with a loud pop and lay down on the bench next to him. Rachel propped her hips into the air, keeping the contents of her vaginal cavity from escaping, and used the vibrator to plug up her hole. The new sensation she felt with James's copious offering still moving around her insides made her smile widely. James simply looked at her in mild disbelief and shook his head; his gorgeous smile simply added to the healthy warm glow that surrounded Rachel like an aura.

"Well, now that I've had my appetizer, what do you say we eat the main course?" Rachel asked with a wicked grin as she licked her lips playfully.

James laughed loudly and kissed his mate soundly as he fingered the switch above her head for the waiter.

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As Rachel savored the last creamy morsel of her Crème Brule she could not believe how good everything had been. The meal had started with a bed of leafy greens and Balsamic Vinaigrette followed by the rarest and most delicious meat she had ever eaten. They both ate with gusto as they quickly devoured their meal. The champagne was delicious and the Bordeaux that accompanied their meal was excellent. Everything was beyond expectation and sated the cravings that had been welling inside her all day. The evening was turning out to be a dream come true and could not imagine it getting better. She was married to the most wonderful man imaginable and she was enjoying an evening fit for royalty as they celebrated their mating and their honeymoon.

"Enjoying your evening babe?" James asked with a smile.

"It's perfect. It couldn't be better!" Rachel gushed happily.

"I have one more surprise for you waiting in the limo. Follow me," James said.

"What about the bill?" Rachel asked not seeing a single bill on the table.

"It has already been taken care of babe. I told you I had this thing planned out," James said as he opened a hidden door in the back of the booth that led to a private hallway and exit.

Rachel followed behind her mate, now curious as to where they were going. James led his mate to a small dressing and washroom at the end of the hallway. Inside were the garment bags from their hotel room and James's box of tricks. Rachel looked at James curiously until he handed her a change of clothes. Inside were a tight black baby doll t-shirt, a lace brazier that matched her tiny thong, and a pair of hip-hugging denim jeans. James quickly removed the jewelry tray from the hidden compartment and helped Rachel remove her heirloom accessories for the evening. She sighed gratefully, knowing she would not have to worry about wearing such finery around town much longer. James gave his mate a knowing smile as he returned the trays to the compartment.