Wolfie's PoV

I was curled on the soft black couch in the living room watching tv when the urge to bake something hit me. Throwing the soft pink blanket off my body I headed upstairs to change. I slipped out of Law's navy blue hoodie. I slipped on a tight, light grey tank top that hugged my curves nicely. I slipped on a pair of black sleep shorts and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

I flipped on the lights and turned the CD player on in the kitchen and pushed play. Immediately Rihanna's Rude Boy began to play. Swaying my hips to the beat I go to the cupboard and pull out the mix. I set the oven to preheat. I turn up the radio more and set it on repeat. I grab a bowl and the ingredients and begin putting them together. I sing along with the music so I'm unaware of the front door being opened and unaware of the sound of footsteps leading to the kitchen.

As I stir I move my hips to the beat and sing the lyrics passionately. It was one of my favorite songs after all.

Law's PoV

I watch intently as Wolfie-ya mixes the batter and sings. My eyes trail from her shoulders to her hips. As she squats down to get the pan out of the lower cupboard my eyes go to her ass, and I feel my little friend grow.

The way her hips sway perfectly to the beat causes him to throb. Thoughts of me lifting her up and having my way with her on the counter flash through my mind. Hearing her moans and whimpers and and begs for me to go faster and harder. Watching her writher in pleasure as I lick the cake batter off her sensitive pale flesh. Then listen to her moan as I nibble on her sweet spot just above her collar bone. I growl lowly as she reaches up to grab the cooking spray, causing the skin tight tight shirt to ride up exposing the bottom of her wing tattoo to show. Fuck I needed her now.

Wolfie's PoV

I hear a slight growl from behind me thanks to my super wolf hearing. Smirking to myself I pour the batter into the bowl, 'accidently' getting some on my finger. I close my eyes and place my digit in my mouth and suck on it, moaning slightly.

Suddenly Law's warm hands are on my waist and he's pulling me into his firm body. I can feel his arousal against my booty.

"You're such a tease, Kitten-ya..." he growls, lust evident in his tone.

"I have no idea what youre talking about... all I was doing was making a cake~." I reply innocently.

I slip out of his grip and place the cake in the oven and set the timer. Turing back to the tall male I notice his light grey gold eyes are dark with desire.

He quickly steps forward and pins me agaisnt the counter. His hands trail from my hips to my thighs and he easily lifts me up. He places me on the counter next to the bowl. He presses his lips on to mine with a flurry of passion and hunger. His hands slide under my shirt and lifts it up and over. He breaks the kiss to throw it somewhere in the room. He grins when he sees I'm not wearing a bra.

He grabs the spoon I was using to stir the batter and smears whats left on the spoon on my chest and neck. He begins licked the batter off my breasts not breaking eye contact at any time. His skilled tounge runs over my senssrive buds and I moan lightly. He continues up cleaning the batter as he goes. He avoids the spot above my collar bone. He cleans off my neck before leaving a good sized hickey.  Finally he cleans my sweetspot pulling a louder moan as he licks and sucks and then nibbles at the spot.

He pulls away from me and smirks st my panting form. He tugs the sleep shorts off my legs. He rubs tight circles on my clit making my eyes roll back and me to moan his name out pitfully.

"Nngh...Law... I-its- AH.. nngh not...fair!" I manage to moan out.

"Whats not fair Kitten-ya?" He grins taking in my heated expression.

"You're- AH! F-fully...nngh Clothed!"

He chuckes and removes his thumb from my senestove bundle of nerves. "Very well, Kitten-ya."

He tugs his black shirt from his toned body and tosses it back where he threw my shirt. Showing his tattoo covered chest. As he undoes his belt and pants I let my fingers gently trace the tribal like designs.

His pants drop along with his boxers reveal his length.  Before I can fully appreciate it he slams into me causing a loud moan to fall from my lips.

He kisses my lips and I kiss back. During the kiss he doesn't move. I try to buck my hips to gain friction but his hands hold me in place. He breaks away from the kiss.

"Tell me what you want me to do baby girl..." he says darkly. "I want you to beg for it."

"L-Law.... please...." I moan staring into his eyes.

"Please what?" He growls.

"Move! Please move, Law!" I beg.

Grining he obliges. His thrust are slow and soft.

"Law! Harder please! And Faster!" I beg.

He smiles and attaches his lips to mine as he thrust harder and faster hitting my g-spot everytime. The familiar knot forms in my lower abdomen and grows with each thrust.

"F-fuck, Wolfie-ya! You're so fucking tight baby!" He grunts.

"Law! I'm gonna-"

"Sh baby I know. Scream my name and let it out!" He demands.

A hard thrust sends me over the edge. "LAW!" I scream, my body shaking as my orgasm washes over me.

He thrusts a few more time and groans my name, his head falls on my shoulder as his hot seed fills me.

Panting he removes himself from me and grabs the paper towels and cleans us both up.

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me upstairs and sets me on the bed. He crosses to the dresser and tosses me his yellow and black hoodie. I slip the soft fabric on as he slips a pair of black sleep pants on, that hang low on his hips. Picking me back up he carries me downstairs and sits on the couch I cuddle into him and we watch TV while we wait for the cake timer.