Chapter 3 - Chris

Jared and I have been living in our capital city, Arcadia, named after the city where Selene’s werewolf son, Lycaon, settled.  The first of us.  We named our city in honor of our forefather.

It’s where we have our governmental seat and the academy where we train with the witches to learn how to be warriors and to wield our Goddess gifts.  From the ages of 18 until we find our mate, we spend almost all of our time at the academy learning how to be the wolves the Goddess meant for us to be.  

And, because there are so many unmated wolves here, the nightlife is popping.  It was modeled after Paris, Rome, New York, and Berlin.  Our parents, because this was all constructed by them, understood how much unmated wolves needed to blow off steam, especially after all of the studying and training we do.  So they made sure to give us something to help with that.  Clubs of every kind: BDSM, dance, strip, comedy, etc.  Food from all over the world.  Skateparks, basketball courts, pools.  You name it, it’s there.

And for my birthday, we’re going to my favorite club of all: Shift.  It’s a dance club with the best drinks and food and DJ Tag spins the best beats on the strip.  The staff knows me on sight, only partially because I’m here so often.  Every club makes it their business to know the pups of leadership, especially those who will be receiving an alpha or beta position because of bloodlines.

“Future alpha Christine, Future alpha Fatima, Oracle Josefina, Ms. Summer.  It’s a pleasure to see you all again.”  The manager, Guilermo, smiles broadly at us.  “Follow me to your booth.  We have your bottle service all set up and Kimmy will be your waitress tonight.”

“Thanks, Guilermo.  We are celebrating Chris’s birthday.  She will be taking over as alpha of the Artemis area in two days, so this is the last time you’ll see her,” Fati, ever the instigator, informs the manager.

“Unless, I don’t find my mate.  Then I’ll be down here at least once a month,” I say flatly.

“Oh, Chris, don’t worry about it.  Your mate is right under your nose,” JoJo tells us.

“You know I hate that cryptic shit, JoJo.  Either point him out or fuck off.”  I roll my eyes at her.  She just laughs at me.

“Happy birthday, Future alpha.  I know that this is probably bad for business to say, but I hope that we don’t see you again,” Guilermo says over his shoulder.

I smile and thank him.  It’s his sassy way of telling me that he hopes that I find my mate.  Guilermo shows us to our table, once again wishing me a happy birthday before our waitress, Kimmy, brings over some appetizers and several bottles of champagne.  The girls pour the drinks and pass them out.  “To Alpha Chris!” they shout and we all drink.

Suddenly, Candy Shop by CryJaxx and Junior Charles comes on.  “Oh, shit!  It’s my favorite song!” I shout out.  I down my drink and make my way to the dance floor, my girls following me.

We form a circle around each other, singing the words to the song and dancing  our asses off.  Fati and Summer grind on each other, drawing the interest of several of the males around the room and they are soon picked up by two males that they begin dancing with.  JoJo and I dance with each other, twirling, twerking, and laughing as the music pumps through the speakers.  

Soon enough, JoJo is sandwiched between two males and I’m dancing on my own.  I don’t mind at all as the next song that comes on is Bellydancer by Imanbek and BYOR.  I actually have taken belly dancing lessons and with the short glittery skirt and matching crop top I’m wearing showing off my stomach, this is the best time to showcase my skills.  My hips rock from left to right, my stomach flexing and undulating as I move.

And then I smell it.  Above the scents of all the others, the smell of sweat and food and alcohol.  Above all of that is the smell of cedar and smoke.  It smells like the campfires that we used to have at home, a smell so familiar and comforting that I can’t help but scent it out. 

And then it envelopes me, along with the warm feel of a body behind me.  A male dancing with me, moving his hips at the same speed as mine, his hands running down my arms that are above my head down my sides to my hips where they hold me to him.  His face moves into my neck, nuzzling and scenting me.  I can feel his muscles along my back, the strength of him as his arms wrap around me and turn me to face him.

He's a Hispanic guy, sexy as sin, his brown eyes staring right into mine.  His full lips are slightly parted as he stares at me, mere inches from my face as we dance together.  His hands settle on my ass as I continue to move my hips in the same belly dancing movements I was doing before.  My arms come down to play along his muscled shoulders, chest, and abs and the look of lust that covers his face nearly makes me moan.  I flick out my tongue, licking my lips before I bite my bottom lip and his eyes follow every movement.

I don’t know what it is about this male.  Normally any male that danced up on me like this, touching my body like it was theirs would find their ass on the floor and my stripper heel firmly planted in their chest.  But his scent, his mere presence is doing something to me.  I want him to touch my body like it belongs to him.  I want him to claim me as his and I don’t even know his name.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’ve had plenty of sex.  It’s not something that an alpha wolf is able to put off for long, especially soon after the first shift.  But I’ve never allowed a male to dominate me.  I am the alpha.  I call the shots.

But this male has my wolf wanting to roll over and let him have his way with all of her soft, wet, delectable parts and my human side is all for it.

His lips ghost against my jaw line as he makes his way to my ear.  “You’re so beautiful and you smell so good.  I can’t resist you.”

I can feel the evidence of that as his erection begins to make itself known as we dance against each other.  Fuck, yes!  I want that.

“Then don’t,” I say back.

He growls, his hand going to the back of my neck, the other pulling my ass so that my hips are firmly against his.  His lips attach to mine, his tongue diving into my mouth and tasting every corner of it.  My hips continue to undulate against him as he lifts one of my legs to go around his hip.

I know when he smells my arousal because his grip on me becomes tighter, more insistent.  His hand curves around the underside of my thigh, his fingers playing along the edge of my thong.  I can’t help but moan into his mouth as I cling to him and he growls with satisfaction as he finds my thong wet for him.

Sex on the dancefloor of a werewolf club is not an uncommon thing.  With so many unmated wolves and as sexual as we are as beings, people are just lucky it doesn’t happen on the street, especially on the night of a full moon.  So the spectacle that I know this male and I are making isn’t of huge note to anyone.  Even so, I hear several wolf whistles as I move my hips faster, his finger slipping into my thong and rubbing my clit.

“Oh Goddess!” I moan against his mouth.

When I open my eyes, I see that his have bled a beautiful chocolate brown in his lust and I know mine are the color of a storm cloud just before a thunderstorm.

“What’s your name?” he pants out.

“Chris,” I say, nearly squealing it out as the tip of one of his fingers enters me.

“I’m Esteban,” he says, just as he takes my mouth in a kiss again.  I get lost in the feel of him before we jostled slightly by other dancers.  That’s the only thing that breaks me of the spell this male has me under.

“I have a private booth that can be curtained off,” I say to him, desire evident in every breath I breathe.

His smile is positively wolfish as he responds.  “Let’s go.”