I’m probably the most awkward person when it comes to showing affection, but I try not to think about it as I hop in the car. I stare out of the windshield as I hand her the bag. Only when she grabs it and pulls it to her lap, do I glance over. I watch as a smile spread across her face. When her head whips in my direction, I fight the urge to look away. She stares at me with eyes that glitter, and now I’m uncomfortable. I clear my throat, turn away from her, and start the car.“What are these for?” Bella asked.“They’re yours. I know how much you love sweet drinks,” I said nonchalantly.I grab my phone and my eyes widen as I note how many Snarl notifications I have. Uriel sent me at least ten messages and I try really hard to hide the emotions that are trying to crawl onto my face. I do not need her to think I have a boyfriend and tell Amos, or worse, his mother. Tapping on the first notification, Snarlchat opens and I smile a
Not even an hour later, Bella approves of my outfit. I’m wearing a skintight black dress that leaves little to the imagination, a loose flannel jacket, and combat boots. In short, my dress is so short. If I bend over, they won’t just get a little peek, my fat ass cheeks will be on full display. Note to self: no dropping anything. I wave Bella goodbye and she whistles as I rush out.There was a council meeting called tonight, and my mother is required to attend. There was an attack on the east side and pack members have concerns and complaints she needs to hear out. Shortly after I got home with Bella, my mom called me to inform me. I’m not sure if it was a rogue attack or another pack. You would think that I’d be required to attend, but since I’m the youngest, no one misses me at these things. Either way, the packhouse is practically empty and I don’t have to worry about my mother or anyone else seeing me dressed this way. It’s quiet as I walk across the driveway and to my car.I usua
The music was loud, but the sound of my nervous heart roared over everything else. Uriel pulled my stool out for me and I thanked the Goddess. I wouldn’t have to worry about my dress sliding up too much if I leaned back on the seat. My phone was going out as I grabbed the menu.“I didn’t order for you because I didn’t know what you liked,” Uriel said.“No worries,” I said. I was too nervous to eat, but I pretended to look through the menu.“How was the drive?” He asked.“Good,” I whispered. I cleared my throat and repeated myself, but louder.Uriel leaned forward. His scent filled my nostrils. I could feel his warmth at my side and I wondered why we were going through with sitting and eating. This whole “get to know each other” thing wasn’t real. Ami's words replayed—“The best way to get over someone was to get under someone else.” I didn’t need to get to know him. I just needed to ride him until I was cumming. No big deal. I didn’t want to come across as a whore, but I couldn’t figur
The sound of his zipper coming undone was the only sound in the car. I realized I’d been holding my breath. Releasing it slowly as not to alert Uriel to my nerves, I watch as his hand dipped below his briefs. On the edge of my seat, I tracked his movements as he pulled out his cock. My lips parted as I stared at it. His skin was lighter than my ex’s and I was surprised by how clean he was. Scolding myself for comparing him to that shit face, I pushed him from my mind. His hand dropped and his length bobbed.“You’re pretty,” I murmured. His eyebrows raised, and he laughed.“What?” I asked.“I’ve never been called pretty,” he said.“Does that make you nervous?” I asked as I leaned forward. His chin dipped as I lowered myself until my lips were only a breath away.“I’m going to be hone
After making out with Uriel, I was jumpy. He said we’d talk soon, and I was ready to leave. I didn’t give him a response because I didn’t want to make a promise I might not keep. One or two dates wouldn’t hurt, but Uriel was a good guy. He seemed like the type who didn’t date around for the hell of it. I could tell. He was looking for someone, looking for his life partner, and I knew I wasn’t it.Finding your mate wasn’t exactly in the cards for our kind anymore. It was a miracle not everyone was lucky enough to get. He was nice and even with the little time I’d spent with him; I knew he was nice. When you’ve been with the worst of the worst, you can pick out the good ones. What I need isn’t nice. It’s sick. I’m sick, but I’m too damaged to open up. I was just getting used to talking to men again. I wouldn’t make the mistake of dating someone before I was ready. And I definite
Me: It’s okay. I’ll laugh for the both of us.Dane: Did you have a good time?Me: Mm… I tried cheese curds for the first time.Dane: Those aren’t very good for you.Me: True, but they were delicious.Dane: What did you eat?Me: Eat?Dane: Yes, baby girl. What did you eat?Me: I just told you.Dane: …Me: :)Dane: Are you telling me you only ate cheese curds?Me: That would be correct, soldier.Dane: I wish you could hear the growl that just rumbled through my chest.My jaw dropped, and I pursed my lips. Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes as the image of his tatted torso filled my mind. I swallowed as I rememb
VeraThe seconds ticked by as I waited with bated breath. Although I didn’t know what it was, there was something I needed. None of the guys I’ve spoken to or spent time with knew what it was. They couldn’t show me and I wasn’t going to ask. As those three little dots lit up the screen, I wondered how Dane would answer.Would he prove me right and notice that I’d disobeyed? Or would he not pick up on it? And which of the two did I want to happen? I wanted him to guess it right. I wanted him to know. I wanted him to see me. Ever since I was little, I’ve been invisible. I needed Dane to be everything I fantasized about, everything I searched for in the dark romance books I hid. As my phone lit up and his messaged appeared, my eyes hungrily rolled over his words.Dane: Someone’s been a bad girl.The sharp inhale of breath
VeraThe stubborn part of me didn’t want to see Dane, didn’t want to admit I wanted him more than any of the guys I was talking to. The other half of me, the part that wanted to fall to my knees, was jumping up and down while squealing at the thought of finally seeing him.Me: Are you serious?Dane: Yeah. I want to see you. Let’s meet up.Me: Okay. We’ll plan something.Dane: When?Me: I’ll let you know.Dane: Mm.. I look forward to seeing you on your knees, baby girl.Me: Sigh.Dane: Are you pouting?Me: Yes.Dane: Why?Me: Because I don’t want to have to wait.Dane: You’re the one who’s got the power