[R18 *MATURE CONTENT WARNING!*]
I sit in my office after leaving her room.
Holding onto the hairbrush I snagged before I left. I inhale her sent deeply. Focusing on how my body and wolf instantly respond. My fangs descend and my cock turns painfully hard. My wolf wants to hunt her down and claim her. No doubt about it, she is definitely my mate.
Eric hands me a full glass of bourbon, Stephan doesn't accept when Eric offers him one too and instead just stares into the fire that's crackling away in the fireplace.
"We are fucked, aren't we?" Stephan askes, too no one in particular.
I just down my glass in one breath and Eric doesn't wait to fill it up again.
I lift my glass in a cheers and thanks to Eric- and maybe to the cruel moon goddess- before downing it again.
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The next morning we are up early. Before sunrise. We head toward the west end of the border, where my land ends and Orix's land begins.
We stand waiting. They know we are here, they probably heard our approach.
My hair stands on end, my wolf alert.
I smell him before I see him.
He melts from the shadows of a tree.
Vampire.
My wolf claws at my mind to be released and tear him apart.
"I was wondering when you would grace me with your presence. Again." He says, hands in his pockets, smirking.
"I am not here to fight you." I say matter of factly. Crossing my arms and widening my stance.
"Thank the goddess. I don't think I would be able to win." He sighs in mock relief. And gives a little laugh that makes my wolf snarl.
I take a deep breath and try to calm my wolf.
"Did you send her?" I ask, looking at him pointedly, looking for any sign of a lie on his face. Listening to the faint heartbeat his kind gives off, listening intently for even a flutter of an untruth.
"Who would you be referring too?" He asks looking at his nails, bored.
I couldn't stop the snarl from escaping my lips.
I knew he would do this.
I throw Sam's hairbrush onto their territory.
The vampire looks intrigued and walks closer to it, reaching out to pick it up. But before he touches it, he snaps his hand back.
He suddenly seems… nervous. Cautious of the thing.
I frown.
"Did you send her?" I ask again watching him give a few steps back. His heart seems eerily quite for a moment.
He laughs- not quite as confidently as before- and shakes his head as if trying to get rid of something.
"I had nothing to do with this." he says, eyes not leaving the brush.
"And what would 'this' be?"
"The powerful wolf on your territory of course." He says stepping into the shadows. "Just keep her off of mine" And then he is gone.
I run my hand over my face and through my hair.
"Well, that was about as helpful as an umbrella in a hailstorm." Eric grumbles kicking a rock.
Stephan grumbles something about showing him a hailstorm and Eric says something back. But my mind is at a loss for words right now.
Powerful wolf? What in the hell am I suppose to do with that information?
She cannot be a wolf. I would have smelled her.
My wolf jumps around happily in my head. All he heard was that she is a wolf and now they can mate. I shush him and try to remind him that she is not a wolf. He apparently doesn't care.
Great. Just fucking great.
Nothing is making any sense and no one has any answers.
I head back to the packhouse, But I am barely there before I smell it...
"Everybody, get as far away from the packhouse as possible! Immediately!" I command through the mindlink before I start to sprint for all I am worth.
Hoping no other male wolf has smelled her yet...
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SAM POV
I wake to sunlight streaming in through my bedroom window. I groan as I roll over- not yet ready to wake up.
It's too early and I am still tired.
I remember the cut on my hand. It should be gone by now. I am a fast healer.
I unwrap the bandage and test my fingers. Yes, all healed.
Lucky for me or I might have been dead once or twice already.
My mind drifts back to last night. I remember everything- but my mind is mostly fixed on the Alpha.
Werewolf Alpha Damian.
Dark and strong. Built like he was carved out of stone by the goddess of lust herself.
My stomach tightens. My core flexes. My nipples pebble.
Damn.
I would love too roll over and see him lying next to me. Sun rolling off his strong naked torso.
My hand travels down my body, over my heavy breasts and pert nipples, down over the seam of my panties, feeling the dampness and heat collecting there. I moan as my fingers tremble over my clit, tapping it lightly.
The bedroom door bursts open. And there he is- the devil himself.
You might suspect I'd be terrified or scared or even self-conscious. But I feel none of those things as I watch him inhale deeply, eyes bright, muscles coiled like he is ready to strike. I moan again at the thought of him mounting me right there and then.
Maybe some good old fashioned rebound sex would do me some good. I feel a jolt of excitement run down my spine and I shiver as more wetness spills out of me.
He growls lowly, shoulders moving up and down as if he struggles to catch his breath and I keep my eyes fixed on him.
I haven't had sex in more than two years. Of course I masturbate, but there is nothing that compares to having a man fuck you into oblivion.
I can't stop my eyes from traveling down his body and resting on his dick. The outline is clearly visible through his jeans. I suck in my breath at the massive size and my eyes flutter shut as I let out a low moan, thinking about that inside me.
I can almost already feel him pumping in and out of me. The crown of his cock stretching me open. Buried to the hilt and hitting that spot right at the back of my womb.
He hear him give a step toward the bed. Then another. Until his knees hit the mattress. And I open my eyes slowly.
His eyes are swirling with lust. His body straining as he barely manages to hold himself back.
I pull my knees up and spread my legs. Giving him a full view of my swollen pussy soaking through my underwear.