3 - Donkey

~Lenox’s Point of View~

How did I know the Goddess would send us a mate that was feisty as hell? Because she had to know what my brother and I would need. Some lame pushover female wouldn’t do. Ohh she needs to be tamed, and I can’t fucking wait to do it! Cadence Mattison, hot as sin and positively a goddess in her own right. I’d never met her, but needless to say guys talk. I knew her reputation as I was sure she knew ours.

Last night when she showed up at our party, it was all I could do not to grab her, throw her over my shoulder and go all Alpha male. I absolutely would have done it too if Weston hadn’t interfered like the dick he is sometimes. Even when she stormed off I was completely determined to go after her, let her know who the boss is in this relationship. Who is Alpha.

*You’re such an asshole, we can’t be like that to her. It’s high time for change. Think about our little sis, you wouldn’t want a male treating her like some whore,* my wolf, Hank insisted.

*Stop sounding like Weston and let me handle this,* I pushed back.

I loved my brother but he was completely lame sometimes. Last night he was being a bitch and said we should give her some space. She got about nine hours and that was all I’d allow. My wolf was pissed, he wanted her neck and right this very minute. I had grand visions of graduating, going home with my Luna to a huge celebration. My father held deep seated doubts about when my twin and I would be ready to take over. Now that our trio was complete there could be no room for doubt.

But…

Could the Keller brothers go cold turkey? Swear off all other females? Could she do the same?

Now that we’d found our mate, our true fated Luna … there could be no other. It was like a dark curtain just went over the part of my brain that looked at females. It was going to be a serious adjustment. I already needed more from her, I needed all of her.

When my parents found each other they were marked and mated within the hour. Most don’t wait. Your wolf would rip you in half if too much time went by. I knew for a fact her wolf had to be driving her nuts, she was just fighting it.

*She’ll be ours, very soon. You need to get her to shift, we’ll let her wolf know the deal, she’ll help us, maybe put her in heat,* my wolf said, taking me by surprise.

I licked my lips, loving that idea. My girl in heat, all defenseless against me? Ohh hell yes!

Sometimes my wolf was just as annoying as Weston. He didn’t like how many women I’d been with, he didn’t like how shamelessly I flirted. But he sure as hell doesn’t complain during sex. I was damn glad we were on the same page about our mate and it better stay that way.

I watched the sexy blonde minx eating the breakfast we brought, and judging by her bare cabinets she doesn’t normally cook. How does a female not cook? Hell, even I can do the basics. But that’s mostly cause I snuck into the packhouse kitchen all the time for goodies and the maids put me to work.

“So you’re just gonna ignore us unless we try to reject you,” I finally said, breaking the silence.

She put down her fork and finally turned to face us. She couldn’t possibly look more pissed off. It was such a damn turn on. I loved a girl with real fire. Most she-wolves just want our attention, want us to touch them, buy them things. But this girl only wanted us to fuck off. Which meant, I absolutely wouldn’t. If nothing else just to see how sexy she looked when she didn’t get her way. She was quite obviously not used to answering to a male. 

“Thank you for breakfast,” she said, standing and putting her plate in the sink.

“Whoa that’s it,” Weston said, touching her arm.

My hand twitched, jealous of his contact with her. It was stupid and irrational, but all I wanted was her skin on mine. Weston and I had shared many girls throughout college, but they meant nothing. We always wore protection and we never had actual girlfriends longer than a few months at a time. Those were only because our parents insisted on fixing us up.

Girls just wanted to be cool by association, wanted to be seen with us. They don’t give a damn about us personally. That was always fine by us anyhow, we knew they were only temporary.

“Yes, I have things to do and they don’t include entertaining a couple of donkeys,” she said, snatching her arm back.

Donkeys?? Was she calling us asses? Hmm. I’ll see about that. 

*We need to make a cute pet name for her ASAP, that’ll drive her mental,* I said to my brother, over mind-link. I watched as he smirked at her, thinking about what I said.

“I have it on good authority you actually need us. So … the way I see it, you should try being a little nicer. Wouldn’t kill you to smile,” I said, waiting for what I knew would be a hell of a response.

I knew she-wolves like her really really hated being told what to do, and even more so hated being told what to do with their bodies. Telling her to smile would probably drive her to slash my tires and leave a smiley face.

She pressed her lips together and scowled at me. She wasn’t the only good investigator around. We know most of the people on this campus, and it was actually a shock we’d never met her. We could find out anything we wanted on anyone at anytime.

“Actually yes. My boss wants an interview with you for the paper,” she said, grabbing a folder and handing it to Weston.

I laughed, but I knew I was poking the bear. She made it too fun not to.

“Aren’t you in luck then beautiful? I love talking about myself,” I said, making a show out of stretching my arms.

What can I say, I'm a quarterback … so yeah I'm cocky.

“I’m sure that’s about the truest statement you’ve ever made,” she said, crossing her arms.

Ohh she thinks she’s cute huh? I think she needs a little more red in those cheeks.

“The truest statement I’ve ever said is … I’m going to fuck you until my name is the only one you remember,” I said, matter of fact.

Weston grinned and stared her down, on edge as badly as I was after a line like that. I was hardly fighting fair, saying that AFTER she admitted she needed our help. Maybe I was a donkey…

She looked at me as if she had a million things to say, and since I’d threatened to so easily reject her, she didn’t dare say a single one. That wasn’t the kind of power I wanted to have over her, it wasn’t at all what I wanted to torture her with, but it would have to do for now.

I knew it was dirty, incredibly wrong and the goddess would probably get me back at some point. But I had to make sure she knew we weren’t going anywhere. The more I looked at her, watched her mannerisms and her trying to control herself, the more impossible it was to leave her. She was now going to be the main focus of our attention, not football. That was a weird new reality we’d have to navigate as well. We had one game left of the season and it was really more of a friendly bonus thing, the actual season was over.

Even though it was barely an hour past sunrise, she was still up with flawless make-up. She was still a spit fire ready to take on whatever came her way. Literally every other she-wolf on campus was likely hungover and still passed out. My brother and I were always the hardest working people in the room, first in and last out. That’s how a leader should be in every facet of their life. My brother and I gave 110% in everything we did but especially on the football field, it’s the time we feel most like ourselves and most alive.

I watched her like a hawk as she stiffened her spine and tried to compose herself. Clearly she was being pushed out of her element and didn’t do well being a fish out of water. But she still didn’t speak. I decided to end her suffering and move things along.

I put out my hand for the file and Weston handed it to me. I flipped it open and began to look over the list.

“The caveman knows how to read,” she said, questioning.

“Perfect GPA as a matter of fact,” I said, moving past her and into the living room.

Perfect because sometimes I pay people to go to class for me and take good notes, but that’s beside the point. Weston followed behind me and we spread out, making ourselves at home.

“How did you get an apartment to yourself anyhow,” Weston asked, noticing only one bedroom.

The one bedroom apartments on campus are few and far between, and highly coveted. I watched her face with interest, curious about that as well. Since Weston routinely hacked the school’s database for various reasons, we’d already read her file. Her family wasn’t wealthy by any means, she was here on a scholarship. 

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, donkeys” she huffed, and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door.

Weston laughed and shook his head. 

“I’ll take that as … she fucked the right person,” I said, under my breath.