Pack, page 5
Surprisingly, this alpha male has opened his heart to me, I know it, I feel it. We have a connection that is defiant to those that oppose us and unshakable between us. The moon graces my werewolf when I’m with him. That’s the best way I can put it.
I’m tempted to let him sleep. Seems cruel to wake him. Maybe he needs this. To sleep. To forget about werewolf world for a night. To escape it’s clutches. To leave hectic behind for once. I wonder if he’s dreaming. Does he miss me when he’s dreaming or am I there with him? In his calm, being his calm. I straighten up. Do I even offer him calm? Does he get that from me?
I start to slide off the bed. Putting one leg behind me, touching the ground. I’ve heard it enough around me, especially after the whole Gabby bitch fight near pack war thing I started. Plenty of werewolves think I’m bad news. More than one think I’m no good for him and they’re usually not afraid to tell me that to my face. Especially his mother. Matricidal alpha bitch. Dinner’s at Marion D’Arenberg’s house are always strained when I’m there.
I stand up and look at the sleeping male before me. So human looking. So peaceful. So strong. I walk off and over to the window in the bedroom, where my outfit is draped on the wide inner framed ledge.
Outside this room the world is quite too. Too quiet actually if truth be told. After all this is Manhattan we’re in and New York does have a tendency to hum. At all times.
I look out the window and at the parked cars along the street. It’s not like we normally get blue jays chirping merrily and landing on your finger like in a fairytale land here. But there’s usually noise.
I lean further into the wide closed window. No kids running in and out between the parked cars. No skateboards jumping off the gutters and crossing all over the road. No graffiti artist, discreetly taking the too good an opportunity to pass up, decorating the plain white van amongst the cars. No one walking down the street in high heels. No taxi’s zooming along too fast. No dogs barking and running along the side walk without an owner.
It’s rare that the street, the world outside do this, especially around here is so quiet. I’m used to the noise. It’s like background. Like white noise that you know is there, but you never really pay attention to until it’s not there. Till the silence stands out so loudly it’s deafening to everything else.
Then it happens, a motor bike roars along the road and I smile. “Hey,” Paris mutters from the bed behind me. “What time is it?”
I turn around, leaning back against the window ledge. “Time to have some fun My alpha. It’s lunar week.”
He sits up on his elbows and eyes me, with a big grin. “Werewolf fun?”
My brown eyes narrow slightly. “Hmm. Depends on what you mean by that?” I fish, wondering if I should take off my underwear and join him on that bed.
Paris shrugs his shoulders, and still looks rather relaxed, but awake. Happy even. “Whatever the night brings, right?”
I smirk back at him. “We own the night, tonight and every night.”
Paris sits up. “I like that.” His eyes dip as he looks over me and back at my face.
“You like that?” I repeat tilting my head.
“No. I like that you’re not wearing that.” He says pushing off the bed and pointing to my dress draped over my arm.
The frown is instant. “You don’t like my dress?” He’s never not liked my fashion sense so far. That I know of. Paris laughs and walks over to me, topless, and bare foot in black jeans that are sculpted to his legs and hips. Devastatingly simple and sexy as hell. I feel the werewolf come alive in me.
“I like that you’re near naked. Is that any surprise?” He says kissing me lightly before grabbing the dress off my arm and walking away to the bathroom with it.
I stand in the centre of the bedroom, in my ankle boots and underwear, hands on my hips. “Paris D’arenberg,” I state in mock seriousness. “We are not going to play this game. We’re going out tonight. We’re meeting the boys for dinner.”
“But I have you’re dress.” He taunts from inside the other room.
“When have you known me to bring only one item of clothing to your house with me when staying over?” I ask him walking over to his closet.
“Damn it.” I hear him mutter on purpose. “I should’ve grabbed your overnight bag. I knew my plan was flawed.” I open the closet and slide out my white leather overnight bag with a metal skull on the side of it.
“For an alpha you’re really not too…”
He sticks his head out from around the door frame suddenly. “Do not finish that sentence little wolf.” The laughter bubbles up in me. This feels good, us being silly with one another. Feels like it’s been forever since it’s been like this.
“Little wolf?” I growl back at him. He knows I hate being called that.
Paris raises his eyebrows. “What are you gonna do about it? Huh?” I narrow my eyes on him and charge at him without hesitation. He stands his ground, grinning at me as I throw myself at him. He grabs me and swings we around so I hit the wall behind him, somehow, softly. Paris presses his body into me. “So defiant.”
I smirk at him “I thought you liked that in a gal.”
“More than you know.” He mutters before kissing me deeply, his hands sliding up to my breasts and making my nipples peak out over the bar cups as he plays with them between his fingers. I groan with pleasure. Why would I want to deny this with him again? Just to get to a dinner date on time? Hell no. He pinches my nipples tightly and I bite his bottom lip sharply in response. Paris groans into my mouth, allowing me to hold his lip between my teeth. “Little wolf, you going to get thoroughly fucked for that.”
His fingers leave my nipples and his mouth starts on my neck, as his hands rip the underwear I’m wearing at its side seams until it falls off me.
“Thoroughly?” I ask huskily, as his mouth descends down my body, to my neglected and teased nipple. He sucks my nipple, just my nipple sharply into his mouth and his teeth bite on it lightly. Making me flinch, bucking my back off the wall quickly. It’s a little bit of pain and a lot of pleasure at the same time. He pushes me back against the wall and keeps up the sensual assault on my breasts.
I feel the slightest shiver against my skin as his mouth is working my breast. He’s shape shifted his teeth, just his teeth to his werewolf fangs. The shift against my skin alone is like a heavenly touch of pleasure. I wonder what he’s going to do with those fangs on me.
His fingers circling my hip bones in a maddening, teasing manner. Leaving me open and wanting and neglected between my legs. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” I start panting at him. I don’t do patience particularly well. Especially when I want Paris inside me.
Paris groans into my skin and lifts his head, pulling back from me and yanks me off the bathroom wall and shoves me roughly to the bathroom sink, and directs me to put my hands on either side of the basin. He kicks my leg stance wide apart.
“Bend over, show me that ass.” He growls at me huskily. I poke my backside out at him and I look in the bathroom mirror at him, admiring my rear. “Open your legs wider.” He says standing back from me, as I stretch out my legs, in my ankle boots so they are as wide as the basin I’m gripping. “Look how wet you are and I’ve barely touched you.”
“It’s what you do to me.” I reply back over my shoulder watching him put a condom onto his cock quickly. Paris steps up behind me, one hand on his cock, one hand on my hip.
“No little wolf, this is what I do to you.” And he thrusts into me, grabbing both my hips he starts banging my backside and slamming himself into me fast. I feel like I’m going to come very quickly without any restraint. Paris watches me in the mirror and his mouth drops open to reveal those werewolf fangs and my eyes darken admiring them. I am so turned on by him.
“You’re not going to come this way.” He states as he keeps slamming into me rough and fast. I try to dig my heels into the bathroom’s tiled floor. “I am.” He states gritting his teeth. All I can do is try and breathe and hold onto the basin and take it from him.
I whine softly as the pleasure inside me builds and builds. “Please make me come. Please my alpha.” I mutter taking his cock as it hammers me consistently. His hands grip my hips tightly as his orgasm claims him and he cries out loudly slamming me repeatedly with the waves of orgasm as he comes hard and fast in me. He pulls out of me quickly making me exposed and alone and left high and without what I want. I’m about to protest at him when he drops to his knees and I half swivel around to try and see him, but fail.
He slides two fingers into my wetness and finger fucks me ferociously fast with one hand, while his other hand slaps my clitoris quickly in small short bursts. At the same time, he bites down on my rear end with his werewolf fangs. Sensation overload and desperation fill me and raise me as my orgasm builds to it’s height. I can’t help it and through gritted teeth I scream out my own pleasure as I come on his fingers.
9
Forty distracted, very hot minutes later, we’re running late for our dinner with the boys. We finally decided to head out of Paris’s place. Paris locks his front door. I walk down the steps in front of him, pulling my phone out of my handbag. I can still feel the tingle of his bite on my backside. A little mark of possession to remind me all night when I sit on it, that I’m his.
“I’ll call Jules and tell me we’re on our way, and get them to order something for us to eat for when we get there, if they haven’t already started eating without us.” I’m looking at my phone screen and scrolling through my contacts list. Looking for Julian Teelan. I can hear Paris’s shoes scuffling on the steps behind me as I walk slowly, absently down the stairs to the street.
I can hear not so distant traffic moving about as I find Jules name in my contact list and the slam of a car door. No, a van door I decide quickly as I press Jules number on my phone still looking at the screen. Werewolf hearing and multi-tasking, yeah, that’s me. I’m aware of Paris passing the side of me as I put my phone up to my ear and lift my head to look at Paris.
There’s just enough time to see the change of expression in his face to know he’s not happy anymore. That’s all I get to have as I see Paris jerked forward onto the road, away from me and a struggle of his arms and another’s wrestling over him. I hear they’re growling and the see the rip of Paris’s shirt as they slam into the white van on the other side of the street denting it heavily.
My phone is ringing in my ear. But I ignore it, dropping my arm down to my side with it. I’m glued to the spot watching Paris fight the un-identified male who’s pulled him away from me, there’s an exchange of punches to the face from one to the other as they stagger slightly off balance before the white van’s side door opens again. Things drop from my hands. I hear them land even as I start to run towards Paris then. I hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. This is not just some typical fight.
A second male seems to jump from the dark interior of the van onto Paris's back that’s turned to him, to the door’s entrance and that’s when I spot the needle before it plunges into the back of Paris’s neck.
The distance to cover is not all that far. But I feel too slow. Even as I reach the first male who’s helping the second male with Paris as he slumps suddenly backwards into the male’s arms.
I scream and howl. I am the loudest thing in the street. My rage is resilient and it powers my body into action. My arms turning my hands into fists as they batter at the first male and I throw a right hook that makes him reel backwards onto one foot. But It’s not enough to put him down.
My hands are on Paris’s jeans and I’m trying to pull him back to me, out of the grasp of the second male. Away from the van’s open door that seems like a mouth of horror to me, sucking in Paris’s dead weight into it. I’m desperate to drag my unconscious pack mate from him. That’s why I don’t see the king hit to my temple that collects me and takes Paris away from me as it turns my world black.
10
Pain. You don’t know the word until you’ve lived through it as a werewolf in lunar week. My kind get up to fun stuff, carefree stuff, sex stuff on lunar weeks. But for all that hedonism there is still a need to walk a tightrope of balance and control. Because there’s a flip side. Just as everything is good and feels ten times better than it would normally, tastes ten times better than any other time, it also works the other way. The painful way. If you get injured during lunar week, you can expect it to be heightened more than your normal tolerance level to pain would be. To the point of unbearable and you need to force yourself to shape shift quickly.
But of course, there’s the catch. It’s damn hard to bring on a shape shift when you’re in so much pain, that you’re brain can’t focus and your werewolf can’t see past it. It hinders you, holds you in it’s clutches. Clutches. Hands. Hands dragging Paris into that anonymous fucking van. Pulling him away from me.
I can sense people hovering around me before I even opened my eyes. And I know exactly what that means. I blink open my eyes and push upwards on my arms, groaning. Pain assails my head, neck and shoulder. My arm feels oddly twisted.
“Careful.” Jules helps me up into a sitting position. “You got a lump on the side of your head that’s impressive.”
“Paris.” I state slowly. The feeling in the side of head is a killer. It’s painful and groggy at the same time. I want to shake my head like a dog shaking it off. But that is not going to help me. My eyesight slowly comes into focus as I look at Jules and he’s got his hands on my shoulders and he’s looking at my left arm.
“Paris isn’t here.” He says slowly moving his hands to my left arm. I look down at his hands on my shoulder. Why is he touching me like that? Paris would beat him up for touching me so openly. Paris is not one for sharing me with other werewolves and I’m not one for being touched by other werewolves. It’s a big offence to touch the pack leader’s pack mate. Jules knows this.
“I’m sorry.” He says giving me a sympathetic face. I look at him and see the bodies behind him. Looks like the entire neighbourhood has flooded the street and is standing a not too discreet distance back from us, leaving Jules to help me.
He presses around on my shoulder and I wince. I look down at what he’s doing just in time to feel lightening shoot through my upper arm and shoulder before I scream out like an animal in pain. I blank out for a few seconds then see stars and then Julian’s face in front of me again. I hit his upper chest with my good arm.
“That hurt!” I growl at him through gritted teeth.
“It was dislocated. I could feel it.” He says softly at me. The bystanders are murmuring and still keeping their distance from us. I pull myself up on Jules with my good arm. Ignoring as best I can the soreness from my newly popped back in, left arm. The world rushes up to meet me as I attempt to stand and sway instead.
Jules grabs me suddenly. “Lean against me.”
“Paris.” I try again, trying to get my brain into gear. I feel foggy.
“Not here. I came over when you didn’t respond to me on your phone and I heard something odd on it before the call cut out entirely.” I looked over at the sidewalk, a woman holds my bag and busted phone in her hands, waiting for me, patiently. I have no idea who she is.
“They got him.”
I feel the tension in Jules’s body instantly as I cling to him. The spike in his heart beat is loud in my hazy head even as I rest my head against his chest. Standing is a big effort. Jules doesn’t come across as an aggressive person. Not even as a fighter, when called for. But he’s always there. He’s the back up. He’s reliable. He’s pack. He will fight, just not for any stupid reasons. He’s smart like that.
“Who?”
“Don’t know. Two of them. Came out of nowhere. No, out of van. White.” Jules looks around us, lifts his chin and whistles at someone. The woman with the handbag comes forward and we all move back towards Paris’s apartment.
“I’m going get you to watch her for me.” He says turning to the woman.
“Hell no.” I mutter wincing at the throbbing that’s coursing through my head. “You are taking me the fuck with you.” I say leaning heavily on him. “Get the boys. But you do not get to leave me out of this fight. He’s mine. He fights for me. It’s my turn to fight for Paris.”
