The office was unrecognizable to how I left it barely an hour ago. The desk was pushed further back, one of the chairs was flipped over, there were papers all over the floor, cabinets were strewn open and there were tootsie roll wrappers everywhere. At first, I was so shocked by the state of the room that I didn’t notice Carter anywhere. “Carter?” I called as I walked over the loose papers and desk items strewn about the floor. As I rounded the desk, I realized why I hadn’t seen Carter when I first came in. He was resting against the corner by the shaded window, so still that I would have thought he was a piece of furniture because of all the chaos throughout the room. Carter was a wreck. His hair looked run through numerous times, his clothes were haphazardly untucked and pulled, even one of the top buttons of his dress shirt was undone. But what startled me most of all- was his face.The once brilliantly shining man whose smile could stop a crowd, looked ashen and hollow. His ey
I pressed my face into the pillow of my bed and screamed all my frustration into it. Emotional frustration, sexual frustration- you name it. Why was I in Paisley’s bedroom and not continuing the hottest intimate session with the world’s sexiest man, you ask?Well, you see…“Perhaps it’s because you know you’re all talk.” I snickered breathlessly. Carter grinned up at me devilishly and without breaking eye-contact, he unbuttoned my pants.“I’m going to punish that dirty mouth of yours.” Carter’s deep voice growled. In the blink of an eye, Carter managed to get my pants down to my ankles and thrust across the floor. The cold air nipped my thighs, making goose bumps rise in attention.Carter dragged his hands up my legs agonizingly slowly, feeling the tender flesh there. His gaze was burning me, burning my soul and setting it aflame with desire.I felt powerful with my head above him. His face was resting between my thighs and his hungry lips were taking in all of me.Finally- his hands
“That old bitch still has you on the leash, doesn’t she?” I looked around to find the source of the crude voice. When I realized it came from Abby, I stared in shock. Abby smirked at me and nodded for me to follow. Abby flashed the lights of her black mini-cooper but I stopped halfway down the gravel drive. “I need to grab some clothes.” I uttered, still dumbfounded at the flip in character Abby showed me. “You act like I haven’t hooked you up with my clothes for years, Pays.” Abby rolled her eyes and opened her trunk. “Hmm… it’s been forever since you’ve been able to get out so let’s go with something flashy tonight.” I made my way over to see what she was messing with and saw bags full of articles of clothing, accessories, and shoes. They weren’t just regular street clothes either- these were all clubbing outfits. Tube tops, six inch stilettos, chokers, you name it. “Are we going to a club?” I asked, shocked. I had never gone clubbing before. I never had the money for clubbing o
The inside of the club smelled like sweaty bodies, rancid piss, and cheap marujuana. I’d never been to a club but this would definitely not have been my first pick for a place to go to. The loud bass music vibrated in my ears and that mixed with the sound of loud cheering and laughter made it hard to hear Abby as she chatted away about something to do with a guy named Isaac, but I didn’t know for sure.Abby led me over to a large group in a circular booth in the corner of the low lit club. There were several patches of white powder on the table and one didn’t have to be a genius to know what it was. The table was filled to the brim with large muscled men and a few women besides them in club outfits as well. Several were too busy sticking their tongues down each other’s throats to notice our entrance, however there was one familiar face.“Jules, baby!” Abby faked sincerity as Jules pouted next to the largest man at the table. This man had hair dark as night with stubble to match, and
It all started with a contest. My favorite author was hosting it to market the release of her latest book. Naturally I took part but never in a million years did I think I would win. And it wasn’t just some small prize either. It was a signed hardcover version of her latest book as well as a personal note from the author- at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. I did not expect to wake up in the world of my favorite novel series.“Paisley, wake up and get dressed! The alpha’s family is coming for lunch in an hour!” I groaned in response and wet my stinky dry mouth.Did I mention that it happens to be a werewolf novel? A feel-good romance series where the main female lead is super submissive, the male lead is the alpha of his pack and there’s lots and lots of unnecessary drama?I know, I know what you’re thinking- but hey, it’s a guilty pleasure of mine. I can’t help myself. Don’t judge me. We don’t pleasure shame here.Alright, alright, moving on before I say anything else that s
Twenty-four hours could not go slow enough. It didn’t help that every time I tried to fall asleep in my bed I worried I would wake back up in my rundown apartment before I would get to see my favorite character, but I suppose the moon goddess and the author smiled down on me because thankfully- I am still here to witness the return of Beta Carter to the Lockwood Pack.And I bought a camera.Is it considered stalking if I take a picture of his face if he’s not a celebrity or public figure?We’re not going to think about it.I previously asked my ‘father’ if they had any plans to throw a welcome back ceremony for Beta Carter but he just shook his head however he did tell me that the Beta would be at the pack house around noon. Apparently several high ranking wolves and their families were going to greet him at the pack house when he arrived."I'm surprised you're interested in the welcome party! You usually don't participate in these kinds of things." He remarked with a smile. I was abo
"I hope I get a commission for those photos." A smooth, velvety voice spoke behind me, whispering something sinful down my spine. The hair on the back of my neck and arms stood up in attention and my knees shook with anticipation but for a moment, I held still, staring at the photos, my back to the pack house. To anyone, it would have seemed as if I didn’t hear a voice behind me- but I knew, and he knew that I was at full attention.“Did you get my good side, at least?” Footsteps crunched on the gravel growing louder by the second but I still couldn’t move from my frozen position. Suddenly, two large rough hands slid sensually over my arms and tenderly enclosed my hands holding my camera. An overwhelming warmth pressed softly against my back, tingles racing down my spine as a warm breath blew against the back of my neck and shoulder. I couldn’t help but let out a subtle gasp.The voice hummed in approval, gazing at the picture I took- the one of Beta Carter’s desire made plain and cle
I barely recall how I made it home. I only kept myself from sobbing until I reached Paisley’s bedroom. Not once in my life did I envy a person as much as I envied Paisley. And it wasn’t just for Carter but her family as well. And they were close- thick as thieves. Paisley supposedly spent her evenings hanging out with her parents rather than any friends because she was just that close to her family. And I?... Well, that’s another matter.“Paisley? Are you alright?” My mother, or rather- Paisley’s mother knocked on the door. I tried to clear my throat before speaking but a tremble came out as I shouted I was fine. “You don’t sound fine. Can I come in?”I ignored her and flipped through my journal I had been keeping since I entered this world. “Paisley?” She asked again.“Ugh, I said I was fine, didn’t I?!” I shouted back. There was silence for a moment before Paisley’s mother murmured an ‘all right’ and left.Groaning, I slammed my head into Paisley’s desk and mentally kicked myself for