5: First Impressions

LUCA

Damien did a great job with this place but it is not somewhere I would want to spend my weekend. I'm always busy with the company and pack work, the last thing I would want is to see people having sex in public.

Who knew orgies were still a thing but I guess his whole big business idea is recreating something these filthy old men would like as much as the much younger guys looking for a mindless fuck, take Elliott, my second brother for example. He has a new woman with him every other morning.

He hasn't found his mate, none of my three brothers have and I guess we are all living our perfect bachelor lives. While the others try to keep their affairs low, Arthur at least, Ivan doesn't care for it, Elliott likes bragging about his wayward life.

Having a mate is the best thing that can happen to any werewolf, and for us pure blood wolves with direct linkage to lycans, we get to live longer than normal wolves. And in all the three centuries I've lived, I never had the luck of finding my mate.

I am still hoping for the gift of the moon. Maybe not right now, but surely in this lifetime.

Another round of applause brings me back to my surroundings. It feels a little punishing to not be in the safety of my office because I definitely do not want to socialize.

I knew it was a bad idea to listen to Elliott and come to this damned club but since I’m already here, it’s a little too late to complain.

This was my initial thought on everything but all that soon changed when I smelled her. I smelled her before I saw her, and God she is the most beautiful of them all.

We made eye contact a few times, she would glance and find my eyes on her. It is making me sound like a stalker but I just can’t help it with her.

It is her!

My mate, my fated. My destined. Call it whatever but she is the woman made for me, everything about her is sculpted to fit everything I might want in a woman and though I only saw her for a split second before she sat.

I forget my notion of not wanting a mate right now. After seeing her, I wanted her. Need her. The reaction is instantaneous, just like the feeling of the mate bond snapping into place.

My wolf is going crazy in my head since the first whiff of her scent greeted me, and now it is taking everything in me to not walk up to her and mark her right here right now. I want everyone to know she is mine!

All in due time. I calm my wolf.

It is getting hard to calm him because the scents of people mating have him on edge and he wants to claim his mate, we want her to have our scent.

She is human, I know that from her scent and how she has been looking around.

I didn’t think I would find my mate in a sex club but she looks uncomfortable if anything.

“You look like you’re about to pounce on her.” My immediate younger brother and beta, Arthur spoke, taking a sip of his champagne that has a little wolfsbane in it just because he is a sadist like that.

He said he has liked it since our training days, that he finds the promise of danger thrilling.

“I’m thinking of the worst that would happen if he does that, seeing as there are a lot of humans here but I've already worked out five scenarios on how I would tackle him,” Eliott adds.

 This is one of the instances in my life where I wonder why my parents decided to keep having children.

“You all don’t have charm.” The youngest out of the three of us, Ivan spoke coming back to the table with a glass of champagne in his hand.

His tie is gone and his shirt is not fully buttoned with the suit jacket nowhere in sight.

He reeks of alcohol and sex which is really unsurprising because a blonde had latched herself to him and he excused himself after saying he isn’t into public sex.

Forget that he backed Elliott's idea to come to this club.

As the good brother that he is, he said it is to cheer me up because of my failed wedding.

The unfortunate Van Tyson that got stood up by his fiancé at the altar.

To be honest it doesn’t hurt as bad as people think it does because I wasn’t too keen on getting married but the media feeds on what would sell their cheap gossip magazines and I’m too busy dealing with pack shit to worry about what some bored humans think of me.

“Stop frowning so much, it is off-putting.” I roll my eyes before looking back to where my beautiful mate is sitting only to be met with an empty table.

“Fuck.” I growl under my breath looking around the damned room hoping to catch a glimpse of her black hair or the red dress, that had my cock as stiff as a rock since my eyes landed on her.

I want to find her and spank her ass for parading what is mine like that. These mindless assholes don’t deserve to see her like that.

“Come on Luca, the auction is starting and I think your red dressed girl is in there.”

It is harder to suppress my growl this time because the only thing on my mind is her in another man's bed.

Not when I’m still walking the face of this earth!

The anger must be showing on my face because people part the way when I walk past.

A few of the wolves bow their heads in respect but it’s all just a side view for me. I want to see myself in that room paying as much as I can to have my little mate in my bed before morning.

I want her sore, carrying my mark proudly like she should by dawn.

My wolf almost snickers at me though he is also positive like me. I might have a bit of explaining to do since she is human but I’m open-minded.

She may be human but she can’t ignore the mate bond, she might just think it is some force of nature but it is no problem.

We walked into the dark room that reeked of old men and expensive cologne with a mix of werewolf scents and arousal.

That Last being the most prominent.

It made my stomach twist in disgust at the thought of them leering after my mate like that.

My hands balled into fists when I saw the first woman walking onto the stage in a bikini set.

The whole process is a whirlwind in my head but from the jerk my cock made when the last person came into view, I knew my mate was there.

A sense of calm washes over me when I see she is still dressed in the tight red dress, I still think it is skimpy but I’m glad she isn’t wearing the same thing as the other women whose outfits left nothing to the imagination.

Images of what lay beneath the red fabric has my blood heating.

I adjust the crotch of my pants willing myself to get it together, I wouldn’t want Elliott or worse Ivan getting a whiff of what she, in that dress is doing to me.

I’m not ashamed, far from that actually but when you have brothers you’ll understand what I mean.

The mask somehow adds to her allure and when you look at her in that dress, she looks every inch fuckable and I can't wait to have her writhing under me in pleasure.

“Two hundred thousand.” Arthur’s gaze slid to me but he didn't need to call my attention.

I’m more than paying attention to what is going on.

I let the men have their fun, all the while calming my wolf from the thought of those disgusting wolves wanting to sink their dirty claws in my mate.

“Half a million dollars.” The auctioneer's voice has a tinge of excitement to it.

“Did I hear half a million from the back?” I nod once at my brother, giving him to go ahead to bid that high because she is worth it.

“Sold.” He hit the little hammer. “At half a million dollars.”

Her eyes widened like she couldn’t believe someone actually paid that much money to have her. She looks so fucking adorable.

The curtains come down, hiding her from me. 

A growl started from my chest before. I try to calm my wolf, we’ve already waited for most of the night but now that we’re going to have our price, I’m sure we’ll deal with it perfectly fine.

“We’ll meet back at the pack house?” I nod to Arthur who mind linked me. 

He was the first to leave among my brothers while I was the last. I needed a little more time to calm myself.

I walk aimlessly through the halls of the club letting my mind lead me somewhere.

Everything stops when I see my beautiful mate, looking out of place. My thrill was replaced by the slightest bit of annoyance when a man did a double take at her ass when she walked past him.

A growl forms in my throat and before I could get a hold of myself, I found myself holding her against the wall and breathing down her neck.

Her warm floral scent fills my nostrils, I couldn’t help another inhale, she lets out a yelp.

“Let go of me.” She hisses through gritted teeth.

“Stop moving.” I rasp out, my voice rough but she didn’t seem to get it.

“What the—“ she eyed me like I’m stupid for expecting her to just do my bidding because I said it.

I kind of expected her to do it, being the alpha of one of the biggest packs In the world I am very used to getting what I want, when I want, with little effort.

“Get off me.” She yells wriggling from my hold but with my leg in between hers, the feel of her against me is just making me harder.

“I said stop moving.” I use my alpha tone with her. She isn't a werewolf but the effect is all the same.

She glares at me, her eyes screaming everything her lips are not able to say.

I look down at her plump pink painted lips then back to her bright blue eyes that are wide with shock but along with it, the barest hint of desire. That little reaction is better than no reaction.

Before I can think to myself, I lean down and capture her lips.

The first touch makes a zap of electricity move through my body and a groan escapes my mouth. Her little gasp of shock gives me the chance to slip my tongue into her mouth for a taste.

She tastes divine.

I hold back on the groan this time, not wanting to scare her but it doesn't help, her small sigh didn’t help either and I thrust my hips forward, rubbing my erection on her. Showing her what she does to me.

She seems to recover from her shock because she tried to push me off her, her bright colored eyes looking violent.

Soft palms colliding with my cheeks makes me freeze.

Still, it takes me a few seconds to actually realize what happened and I need a lot more to accept that she actually did that.

I, Luca Van Tyson, was just slapped.