Here you go guys. We're back on schedule this week, so you'll get two more chapters on Wednesday.
“I need a fish special, 86 the pine nuts for allergies!” I call out. “Yes, chef!” is called out by the men on the line. “Go ahead and start course two on table five. Jorge, I need a well done filet. Give me a two minute count to start the rest,” I yell again, turning sticking my hand out to grab the ticket from the waiter that has just walked into the kitchen. “Yes, chef!” echoes through the room as I read through the ticket. “We’ve got a VIP four top walking in on table two. I need an off menu amuse. Two vegans, one nut allergy. VIP prefers earthy, savory foods,” I alert the kitchen. “Yes, chef!” “Hands!” I call, summoning two different servers to take food into the dining room. “Walking tables ten, three, and fifteen.” “Chef, two minute count,” I hear from Jorge. “Heard, Chef. Fire the rest of table 12. And where is my fish for table six? Everything else is dying in the pass,” I a
“It’s been a week, Fati. Are you just going to stare at him or are you going to make a move? He’s your mate. You’ve got to make a move. He’ll want you, it’s just the way that mates work,” Ollie says as she sees me staring at my mate during the break for our class. He laid his head down on his arms about five minutes before the professor called a break for our three hour class and he hasn’t moved since. It doesn’t take werewolf senses to know that he’s sleeping. It also doesn’t take werewolf senses to detect the slight limp in his step or see the bruises on his face. Or the wince when he takes too deep a breath. He’s hurt. I don’t know how he got hurt or who did it. What I do know is that my wolf is rising inside of me, begging to know who hurt my mate so that I can end their miserable life. “I find out his name. Did I tell you that?” I murmur to Ollie. “No,” they say, turning fully to face me. Their eyes
The hour and half that are left in this fucking class seem to fucking crawl by. Normally, I really like this class, but this girl, Fatima, has my head all tangled up in knots. I have to keep myself from turning around to look at her the entire time the professor is walking us through the lab. As it is, I’m already trying to stalk her on social media. But in the surprise of the century, there doesn’t seem to be anything about her. She has no electronic footprint that I can find. Not even a profile that says that it’s set to private. I mean, it’s fucking baffling that someone our age group doesn’t have a digital footprint. Even I have a damn Linked-In page, but there’s nothing for her. How is that possible? But I do find something for the person beside her. Ollie Green, non-binary graphic design major from Arkansas who just moved here. Ollie apparently loves to photo-document everything that ever happens to them and I find that they have a sc
“I’m telling you, Ollie, you don’t have to wear a dress. The website says that you could wear a pantsuit. You have those,” I promise them. For one, I’m telling the truth. The website does say that formal attire for women, and I’m going with biological sense, is EITHER a dress or a pant suit. But also, we have to get on the road! We have about an hour to get to our reservation and I want to see Kurt. He and I have been texting back and forth ever since our coffee date yesterday. He confirmed that he works at a restaurant as an expeditor, which is something that I have to ask him about. I have no idea what an expeditor is, but love listening to him describe the adrenaline ridden nights in the kitchen at the most sought-after place in Houston. I mean, the only reason that I got the table that I did is because I’m a luna and we hold power, even in the human world.He tells me that he’s a boxer and just had his biggest fight ever, which is why he had the lim
The second that I heard Ollie’s laugh and turned to see Fati and her friends, this intense longing flowed through me. It was the hardest thing for me to do not to go over to her right then. Our little coffee date, if it could be called a date, had gone really well. I felt like I had gotten to know a good bit about Fati, her family, and her personality. She doesn’t strike me as one of those girls who ae putting on a show for a guy that she likes. In all the videos that she showed me of her nephews, her friends, and her family, she has the same infectious personality, the same kindhearted humor, and the same quick wit. She’s completely real and I really like that about her. The only regret that I have is that I didn’t kiss her. It had just seemed too soon. I’d just met the girl and we weren’t on an official date. I didn’t know if I should have. Seeing her here at Marsaf’s, I can’t let her leave without stealing some time alone with
We finish eating around 9:00, so I headed back to the house to change. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to head to the gym in the outfit that I had gone to Marsaf’s in. Still, I wanted to look nice, so I put on a wine colored lace bodysuit and a pair of jeans with a pair of heels. I had texted Kurt when we were about five minutes out from the restaurant and he was waiting for us outside. Now I’m sitting ringside, right by his corner. I’d met Kurt’s trainers Mickey and Russo, along with another guy in his crew, Jimmy. They were all in the back, making sure that Kurt was dressed and warmed up for the fight. When Jimmy escorted me to my seat, there was already a fight in progress. “Lightweight fight. Our guy is there in the blue and yellow. Corey. This fight should be wrapping up in the next ten minutes and then they’ll be a break for them to clean up before Kurt’s Heavyweight fight. You want a beer or something?”“Got soda? Coke or Peps
That fight was brutal. Spearman is a fucking legend in the ring and he knows how to handle himself. Though Fati had caught on to his leg before any of us could, he still put up a hell of a fight. It was only her catching his weakness that made it so that it wasn’t down to points and I wasn’t sure that I would have won based solely on that. We were neck and neck at the beginning of the round. I shower quickly, but distractedly, thinking of the girl that has barely been in my life for 24 hours and has completely turned everything upside down. Fati is literally all I can think of. I mean, that was the case before I saw her at my job. But now that I’ve tasted her, touched her, felt her against my body, there is literally no other thought in my brain. Especially now that the fight is over. I finish showering and dry myself off quickly. I had asked Fati to wait for me and that Jimmy would bring her back to me as soon as I was dressed. She had agr
I am not a shy little virgin. I mean, Caleb and I were together for over three years. We’d had sex about every way possible. So I’ve had quite a few orgasms. But Kurt managed to make me cum so hard with just his fingers that I am having trouble remaining upright. It takes several moments after I’ve cum before I realize that he’s licking my juices off of his fingers. It takes a few beats beyond that for my hand to reach down for his cock. Honestly, I hadn’t been sure what to expect my mate to be packing. I mean, I knew that he would be able to satisfy me. Selene wouldn’t have made him for me if he hadn’t been. But I also know that humans typically aren’t as large as werewolves, so I wasn’t sure what was going on under Kurt’s clothes. I have to say, I must be one of the Moon Goddess’s favorites. He’s a little longer than the average human from what I’ve read, about seven inches. But he is so thick that I’m going to have to unhinge my jaw to t