Drake’s POV
Toni is a bloody fucking git! I wanted to pound him into the floor, but Azalea managed to make me laugh several times while helping her load her belongings and I couldn’t miss that whenever I did she would clench her thighs together a little and I could smell that delectable sweetness that pooled between her legs. She gets turned on by my laughter and smiles…oh, this could work out really well. I cock a brow at her as she tosses a backpack on top of her trash bag of clothing and box of miscellaneous items. “That’s all?” I ask her as she hops in the passenger seat.
“Yeah, I never intended to stay so I didn't want to accumulate too much stuff” she shrugs and the action raises her ample breasts a fraction. Goddess how I want to bury my face in her bosom. ‘I can think of other places we could bury our face, or cock for that matter’ my usually silent wolf, Grey, speaks up. ‘Fancy you having an opinion’ I chide. ‘I always have an opinion, you don’t listen, so I don't talk, but we agree on this one and you know it’ he wags proudly. ‘Okay I fucking concede, but I have to drive our sexy mate home right now’ he walks to the back of my mind but his wolf grin remains. The fucker used to be chatty always telling me shit I didn’t want to hear. Especially when I’d go to the clubs and let human women suck my cock, which i did for a while after my little nymph ran, but eventually I just lost interest in anyone that wasn’t her…yeah, I fucking love sex and I tried all my favorite kinks, but I knew what I really wanted.
We pull onto the highway and she turns to me “ how old are you anyway? You kiss me in the alley and you grab my waist like that, you whisper sexy things to me, but you know how young I am, so…”
I scoff “Not that fucking old, but yeah, you are younger than me. I’m 24 as of last month.” I glance at her.
“You look younger than you are, but something about you seems old, much older, so I wasn’t sure, especially since you are half vampire.” she chirps casually, like you meet a half wolf/ half vampire every day.
“I’m sort of one of a kind, Kitten. Yeah, there are plenty of hybrids, but my mother told me that I would eventually find out exactly how rare I was. I’m still not sure what she meant, but I know I am stronger than the few other hybrids that I have met” I run my hands through my hair. “I’m sorry about the kiss, about all of it really…I just kind of lose my senses around you.”
“Wow! You managed two whole sentences without using the word ‘fuck’ “ she teases me and places a hand on my shoulder as she turns in her seat. I swallow hard as the seat belt cuts a line between those perky tits of hers and her eyes rest on my face. “You know I might not mind you kissing me if you asked nicely, but I won’t be a tool for you to gain or hold power.”
“You never were to me, the power is all yours, Kitten! I’ll even install you as Alpha on the next full moon. I will be your humble servant” I smile at her and her thighs squeeze together tightly. “You might want to keep your thoughts clean, Kitten. I can smell you from here!”
She sucks in hard “I…well…you..” she stammers. I pull off on the shoulder of the highway and grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger and turn her face to mine.
“You are so cute when you're flustered. I don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t want me to, but the scent of your arousal sets my wolf on edge, Kitten. “ she licks her lips and my
eyes follow her tongue. She leans in just and bit and my lips land on hers, just briefly before I pull away. We’ll never get home if I deepen that kiss.
I pull back on the highways and soon we are at our exit. I try to keep my eyes on the road and she is fidgeting with a ring on her finger…her mother’s engagement ring, I notice when my eyes art her way.
“My father killed your mate, didn’t he?” she finally asks, looking at the ring on her finger.
“Yeah, she was my mate and I loved her but being the stupid git that I am I never asked her to marry me” I sigh.
“It must eat you up inside, having lost your mate, not knowing if you’ll get a second chance mate or not. Sorry, I was insensitive by bringing up wanting to find mine back in the alley.” she says softly.
“It’s fine and yes it sucks, the pain i felt both physically and emotionally were sickening, then i saw a light that has kept me going ever since. A gorgeous, but underage she- wolf who I feel unequivocally attracted to” I smile as I glance her way, but she isn’t looking at me, she is staring at the ring.
“When she is old enough will you claim her? Mate her even if she isn’t your second chance mate?” she asks, eyes fixated on the ring.
I swallow hard “I will never do anything she doesn’t want me to, she may draw me in like a moth to a flame but if she sends me away, I will go. If she’d have me I would do everything I should have done for Sonja and more because as much as I loved Sonja, this girl is… well, she’s different.”
“You should tell her how you feel if you care so much, stop messing around kissing girls in alleys and stuff” her eyes dart to mine and there is a hint of sadness.
“What if I don’t have the fucking strength to be direct with her and I am really fucking trying, but she just doesn’t get what i am saying?” I ask. We’ve stopped outside the packhouse and my eyes search her face.
She trunks to face me “You are the Hybrid Alpha , you are strong and scary of course you can be direct with a girl.” She rolls her eyes and hops out right as Zake runs up to the car. I let them have their moment and silently bring her things in the back door. I leave them to celebrate and go to my room.
I’m laying on my bed thinking about her when a knock on my door startles me. “Yeah, who is it?” I say sitting up and covering the evidence of the thoughts that had started making their way into my mind by tugging an oversized hoodie on.
“It’s Zeke, I brought you some chocolate dipped strawberries” he chimes in a sing-song voice. The tone he uses reminds me of his sister. I am glad that I could get her back here for his sake. I open the door to his enormous smile. “I wanted to thank you for bringing Azalea back. She explained about the diner and that you had figured out who she is. I was a little upset that you didn’t tell me yesterday but Azalea told me it was a package and letter that you left for her yesterday that made her come back. I just have one question…” Oh, fuck, kid, don’t kill me with this. “In the alley at the diner, did you fuck my sister or try to?”
“It’s not like that, Zeke. I…I won’t lie to you, she…she …oh, fuck…I can’t have this conversation with you. I didn’t fuck your sister and I’d like to explain better, but …” I look at my hands.
“What about that mysterious second chance mate that you saw at the club after my father murdered Sonja?” he asks.
“That’s the thing…Azalea was at the club. She doesn’t know. I don’t know how or why I feel the bond and she isn’t old enough to feel it yet” I run my fingers through my hair and eat one of the strawberries.
“She likes you, you know that, right?” his sweet, young face full of innocence beams at me. “She really likes you even if she won’t admit it. She kept looking for you at the party down there. I saw her eyes darting around and not settling on anyone because she couldn’t find who she was looking for. I also saw her watching you when I first greeted her at the car, the way she looks at you is like how I look at these strawberries.”
“Funny, kid. Real fucking funny” I smirk. “So you really think that I have a chance with her? Or do you think I should stay away?”
“I think you got her here, she likes you but you scare her in some ways, she really doesn’t know you well. Let her get to know you. In two months she’ll be eighteen and the bond will kick in. Then if she doesn’t reject you, you're golden!” He laughs lightheartedly.
“This is gonna kill me! I’m going to fucking die waiting for your sister to accept or reject me, you know that?” I shake my head and grab another strawberry.
Zelle’s POV“I hate you!” I yell his cocky smile tormenting me across the kitchen island. He drives me insane...he can have me falling for him one minute then break my heart the next, then he didn’t even come downstairs for even a minute of my welcome home party, just carrying my belongings in through the back door and disappearing. I dreamt about him last night, as usual, waking up desiring his touch then I meander downstairs for coffee…in my pajama shorts and a tank, my hair looking like a squirrel nested in it overnight (so maybe the last bottle of wine Celeste and I split had been a bit more than we should have drunk) and his cock ass is smirking at me and telling me I’m sexy. I know I look like something the cat dragged in, he doesn’t have to tease me like that!“Zelle
Drake’s POVI avoided her all day. Sitting in what was to be her office and handling work that I was too distracted to handle in earnest. I found myself pacing or stepping out on the patio for a smoke more often than not, a few times her scent wafted to me, through the door or an open window or whatever, but I couldn’t face her. She seemed so angry at my compliment this morning and I feel like I just keep fucking up when it comes to her. I truly meant it, she was so sexy with that little tank and those short pajama bottoms showing her shapely legs off, her hair all a mess like she had been tossing in her sleep. She admitted that I’m in her dreams. Her reaction must mean either they are nightmares or sex dreams, I suspect the latter from her arousal. I never miss dinner and while I was tempted to skip it Ezekiel made me promise that I wouldn
Zelle’s POV His arms are wrapped around me, lips on my neck. He looks at me and his dark obs glow red as fangs protrude, but I don’t fear him, quite the opposite…he turns me on when he’s like this. His fangs brush the sensitive skin on my neck as his tongue flicks along the spot where he has marked me..oh, fuck! When did that happen? He makes his way down my naked body, licking and nipping at me with his fangs, until he reaches my core…his tongue licking the length of my slit, the ball of his tongue ring adding a little extra pleasure, before he sinks his fangs into my thigh. An orgasm rips through me and a euphoric feeling startles me…I am in my new bedroom, alone…I ache for his touch, my own hand is lazily sliding over my panties, rubbing my sensitive clit through the lacey fabric. It doesn’t take long before I make myself cum, but it isn’t enough…I need him. Why does he do this to me
Drake’s POVI slam the door to my room and lean against it, licking the taste of her blood off my finger. Everything about her is sweet and tempting. She might think she knows what she asks for, but she has no fucking idea. I look to my walkin closet, behind the wardrobe of mostly black clothing is a row of pegs I know what is on each fucking one, cuffs and shackles, collars and chains, whips and paddles of a several varieties. Then there’s the ball gags and let’s not get into what I do with my claws and fangs…she is far too fucking sweet for me, but goddess, she makes me throb with desire, my little nymph. I quickly rub one off, shooting my load into the dirty t-shirt that I grab from my hamper, before getting dressed and going down to breakfast. I hate that I feel like a teenager, having to masterbate several fucking times a fucking day just to relieve the fucking press
Zelle’s POVI hate that he gets me so horny, I was all hot and bothered when he left my bedroom this morning and I had to masterbate in the shower to relieve the pressure in my core…thinking of those fangs on me and his glowing eyes penetrating my gaze got me off fast…maybe it’s the danger of him being a hybrid. Maybe it’s that little hint of kink. I’m not sure, but he gets me fired up so fast.Teasing him at breakfast had been fun, but now I need to cool myself off before work and a second shower is in order to rid myself from the scent of my arousal…and a little more fantasizing about his hard cock and sharp fangs as I run a finger, make that two, between my folds and plunge them into myself, using the slickness to glide then over my aching clit in circular motion&
Drake’s POVI was pondering the fucking message from the dream, if this place was real, then how much of that fucking dream was real? Dreams are not fucking normal for me. Her scent caught my attention and my eyes found her immediately. I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame. That little waitress uniform hugs her curves as she walks towards me and she looks so fucking tempting. As soon as her lips meet mine I know that I’m in trouble. I pull her in harder, deepening the kiss and my cock hardens against her, throbbing when the scent of her arousal reaches my nose. Her hand comes up to grab my hair as she grinds herself against my hardened shaft. I can sense her desire…wild and untamed trying to surface. I lose myself for a moment pulling her hair to pull her head back while a kiss, nibble and lick her neck. I want to go further, to rip that uniform
Zelle’s POVI wanted Drake, I wanted so much more of him. What he did was great, but I still hadn’t had him how I really wanted him. Sure he tastes great and his cock is so big, the piercing just made me want to lick it again. I loved the way I made his eyes roll back when I flicked his piercing with my tongue.He returned to the packhouse with Blake and Thadeus and some little vampire girl whose eyes only ever left Drake to bore into me. I’m sitting in bed with my ice cream hoping that he’ll come up. I want to finish what we started, but I can’t help the jealousy that hits me at the thought of him downstairs with the vampire. I finish my ice cream and pout. Why is he still not up here? Eventually exhaustion gets me and I fall into a fitful sleep…It’s dark an
Author”s Note: This is long overdue, but I wanted to thank those of you who have read this far and those of you have been patiently awaiting updates. For over a year now my life has been a mess…I lost one Grandmother and with her, my day job, only to have mental health issues for both myself and my children become an issue, along with financial strain and struggling to find work (I still do not have a day job at this time), I am still struggling a lot and my other grandmother also passed away this past autumn. Despite all that is happening I do intend to continue writing, but I have not been feeling the werewolf genre lately. I will continue with sporadic updates as inspiration strikes, but will also be working on developing some ideas that are dancing around in my head into stories. I have been feeling strongly called to bring my LGBTQ+ characters to the forefront. I may in the future write a more in depth story better chronicling Ashe’s story, however, I am not going to gu
Zelle’s POV He’s so fucking hot when he orders me around, and surprisingly tame for what I had expected of him. Not that it wasn’t hot and I’m sure that if I didn’t have shifter healing my ass would still sting this morning. I slept better than ever in his arms and when I wake up I am cradled against his chest, head tucked under his chin and he is sleeping soundly. I hate to have to get out of bed, but I have to pee. I shift my body and his arms pull me tightly to him. “Good morning, kitten” he grumbles, his usual deep raspy voice is even more so when heavy with sleep. I lean up and place a kiss on his lips. “I have to get up, gorgeous!” I whisper against his lips. He claims my lips with his, wrapping me in a tight embrace. “
Zelle’s POVI wanted Drake, I wanted so much more of him. What he did was great, but I still hadn’t had him how I really wanted him. Sure he tastes great and his cock is so big, the piercing just made me want to lick it again. I loved the way I made his eyes roll back when I flicked his piercing with my tongue.He returned to the packhouse with Blake and Thadeus and some little vampire girl whose eyes only ever left Drake to bore into me. I’m sitting in bed with my ice cream hoping that he’ll come up. I want to finish what we started, but I can’t help the jealousy that hits me at the thought of him downstairs with the vampire. I finish my ice cream and pout. Why is he still not up here? Eventually exhaustion gets me and I fall into a fitful sleep…It’s dark an
Drake’s POVI was pondering the fucking message from the dream, if this place was real, then how much of that fucking dream was real? Dreams are not fucking normal for me. Her scent caught my attention and my eyes found her immediately. I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame. That little waitress uniform hugs her curves as she walks towards me and she looks so fucking tempting. As soon as her lips meet mine I know that I’m in trouble. I pull her in harder, deepening the kiss and my cock hardens against her, throbbing when the scent of her arousal reaches my nose. Her hand comes up to grab my hair as she grinds herself against my hardened shaft. I can sense her desire…wild and untamed trying to surface. I lose myself for a moment pulling her hair to pull her head back while a kiss, nibble and lick her neck. I want to go further, to rip that uniform
Zelle’s POVI hate that he gets me so horny, I was all hot and bothered when he left my bedroom this morning and I had to masterbate in the shower to relieve the pressure in my core…thinking of those fangs on me and his glowing eyes penetrating my gaze got me off fast…maybe it’s the danger of him being a hybrid. Maybe it’s that little hint of kink. I’m not sure, but he gets me fired up so fast.Teasing him at breakfast had been fun, but now I need to cool myself off before work and a second shower is in order to rid myself from the scent of my arousal…and a little more fantasizing about his hard cock and sharp fangs as I run a finger, make that two, between my folds and plunge them into myself, using the slickness to glide then over my aching clit in circular motion&
Drake’s POVI slam the door to my room and lean against it, licking the taste of her blood off my finger. Everything about her is sweet and tempting. She might think she knows what she asks for, but she has no fucking idea. I look to my walkin closet, behind the wardrobe of mostly black clothing is a row of pegs I know what is on each fucking one, cuffs and shackles, collars and chains, whips and paddles of a several varieties. Then there’s the ball gags and let’s not get into what I do with my claws and fangs…she is far too fucking sweet for me, but goddess, she makes me throb with desire, my little nymph. I quickly rub one off, shooting my load into the dirty t-shirt that I grab from my hamper, before getting dressed and going down to breakfast. I hate that I feel like a teenager, having to masterbate several fucking times a fucking day just to relieve the fucking press
Zelle’s POV His arms are wrapped around me, lips on my neck. He looks at me and his dark obs glow red as fangs protrude, but I don’t fear him, quite the opposite…he turns me on when he’s like this. His fangs brush the sensitive skin on my neck as his tongue flicks along the spot where he has marked me..oh, fuck! When did that happen? He makes his way down my naked body, licking and nipping at me with his fangs, until he reaches my core…his tongue licking the length of my slit, the ball of his tongue ring adding a little extra pleasure, before he sinks his fangs into my thigh. An orgasm rips through me and a euphoric feeling startles me…I am in my new bedroom, alone…I ache for his touch, my own hand is lazily sliding over my panties, rubbing my sensitive clit through the lacey fabric. It doesn’t take long before I make myself cum, but it isn’t enough…I need him. Why does he do this to me
Drake’s POVI avoided her all day. Sitting in what was to be her office and handling work that I was too distracted to handle in earnest. I found myself pacing or stepping out on the patio for a smoke more often than not, a few times her scent wafted to me, through the door or an open window or whatever, but I couldn’t face her. She seemed so angry at my compliment this morning and I feel like I just keep fucking up when it comes to her. I truly meant it, she was so sexy with that little tank and those short pajama bottoms showing her shapely legs off, her hair all a mess like she had been tossing in her sleep. She admitted that I’m in her dreams. Her reaction must mean either they are nightmares or sex dreams, I suspect the latter from her arousal. I never miss dinner and while I was tempted to skip it Ezekiel made me promise that I wouldn