WAYLEN
A shrill sound jarred me awake. My eyelids snapped open. I blinked at the ceiling a few times, trying to locate the source of the unfamiliar sound. Rolling onto my side, my body met with something firm. I reached for it without looking, and a smile touched my lips when my hand connected with something soft and firm. Boobs. I was touching boobs. I scooted over to the edge of the bed and plucked the phone from the stand.The unfamiliar tune cut through the air once more. I frowned at the redhead who hadn’t stirred. Whatever the human’s name was, she had to wake up. The call seemed urgent. I yanked the cover off her, expecting her to jump or protest, but she only moaned. Spanking her cute ass earned me another moan. I laughed, walking away to grab the shorts at the foot of the bed.
Inside the bathroom, I splashed some water on my face. Light brown eyes stared back at me. I didn’t need to look closely to see the specks of gold in them. Show me someone who hadn’t slept well in days, and I would point at myself. Each passing day made me more restless. I thought moving to Illinois would fill the hole in my heart, but no. All I had done was fuck random females nearly every weekend. I stayed away from female wolves, not because I was good, but because I didn’t want any infraction from the wrong people. This wasn’t my land. Besides, fucking human was so much better.
A personal fuck you to the Indiana council.
I pushed thoughts of them out of my mind while mentally sifting through my tasks for the day. The office first, then the birthday party at Matt’s. The human invited everyone at the office to his plus one celebration.
The Illinois council didn’t care about humans and wolves interacting. But Kane did. He had his loyal hunting dog, Malik, to punish those who interacted beyond the usual expectations. Thinking about that bastard made my head hurt. I hadn’t met the him yet, only knew what he looked like from a few pictures. He liked to keep away from the spotlight. He probably didn’t work like the rest of us. Kane must be funding his lifestyle.
I shoved a toothbrush into my mouth and slapped my cheeks to give them color. My fingers tangled in the dirty blond beards covering my jaw and connecting to my sideburns. A shave might be necessary, but these beards earned me extra points with the women and made them giggle when I feasted on them.
All done, I pocketed the spare toothbrush I always kept for my conquests in case they preferred to brush before leaving. The lady wasn’t fully awake when I strolled back into the room. Lying on her stomach with her eyes closed, she pressed the phone to her ear and grunted a few times in response to the caller. Getting into the bed, I pulled the cover down her ass and smacked her cheeks.
She tossed me a look of warning over her shoulder, but I repeated it two more times. I could smell her arousal, so thick like maple syrup. Fuck, I missed Father’s pancakes. Using my knee to push her legs apart, I rubbed my front against her butt and leaned down to kiss behind her ear.
“Up for a quickie?” I whispered.
Morning quickies weren’t my style, but the girl looked flushed and sexy, with her red hair making a mess on the hotel’s pillow. Dumping her phone, she turned around in the tiny space between us and puffed her cheeks. Copper eyes stared at me, trying to pass a silent message. Damn, she was pretty. I picked a good one. Maybe I could take her to Matt’s party. We were allowed a plus one to the event. I shook that thought off as fast as it came. Humans were clingy, and I didn’t fuck the same person twice.
“What do you say?” I asked the quiet lady under me.
Her cheeks were still puffed. She punched my chest a few times, and I rolled off her. Once I did, she dashed to the connected bathroom, and the sound of retching followed soon after.
Yeah, no morning quickie for me.
Last night’s sex was so good I forgot one of my rules. One night only. The less time they spent with me, the lower their chances of growing attached. I heard the toilet flush, then the sound of flowing water. Moments later, she sashayed into the room, her hair pulled back to expose her beautiful tits. I stole a few glances at her bald pussy. She was exactly my type, and my cock throbbed at the visual in front of me. Yeah, she had to go. It was time for me to return to work.
“Sorry about that,” she said.
It was a shame I didn’t even remember her name. In different circumstances, we might have been friends with benefits. I tried to stand, but she was faster. She settled on my lap, her arms circling my neck as her boobs rubbed my chest. My nose picked up the smell of puke. Having heightened senses was great, but not in this situation.
Her mouth drew close to mine, but I ducked my head. My infatuation was gone. If I felt anything for her earlier, it was plain lust. But now, the stench of vomit on her breath made it hard to recognize any emotion other than disgust. Plus, I hated kissing the conquests if a hot makeout session wasn’t guaranteed. I tried to stand and pull her off me, but she locked her legs around my waist.
She wasn’t a crazy one, right? Experience and a broken windshield had taught me to avoid those. They were great fucks but unstable.
I managed to set her on her feet. Palming my face, she stared at me with concern swimming in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“You need to leave,” I said.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” I glanced at the empty white wall. I needed to get a wall clock or something to point at for occasions like this. Backing away from her, I grabbed the dress off the tile floors and tossed it at her chest. I couldn’t remember if she had any underwear. Nope, she didn’t. “Your time’s up.”
“Hey!”
“What? I promised you a good time, and I delivered on my word. It’s time to leave.”
The redhead scoffed, already tugging the dress over her head. Shoving a foot into her red sandal, she muttered a string of words. I stood akimbo, waiting for her to get the fuck out of my sanctuary. Moments like this made me consider getting another room exclusive to fucking.
Done, she charged for the door. But before leaving, she turned. “Fuck you, Antonio.”
Antonio? “That’s not even my name.” She placed a hand on her hip, and I flushed in embarrassment. Oh, right. Antonio was my fuckboy name. I couldn’t have the council knowing about my sexcapades. “You’re right. Bye.”
Seconds of glaring at each other passed. She sashayed out and slammed the door.
Women.
I stripped the bed and dumped the sheet on the floor. Room service will be here later to clean up. After putting everything I would need for the day on the bed, I hopped into the shower. My phone rang while I was still bathing. I ignored it. Work resumed by 8, but I came in by 9—smartass privileges. I was of too much value to the firm. Plus, the big boss was Father’s friend.
The phone was still ringing when I padded into the room. I tucked the white button-down shirt into my pants, flashing my image in the mirror a wicked grin. It had been between resuming later and abiding by the company dress policies. I picked the former. The outfit wasn’t so bad. It was practice for when I took over Father’s agency. The man lived and breathed suits.
At the third ring, I snatched the phone from the dresser, and my lips turned down in a frown.
“Father.” He grunted in reply. My father wasn’t the call or overly affectionate type, and neither was I. Alphas needed to be strong and keep their emotions in check. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Can’t I check in on my son?”
“Not really,” I said, laughing.
My tie was next. I put the call on speaker mode and tried to knot the multicolored thing.
“Waylen,” Father said. The gold specks took over most of my pupils, and my head instantly bowed in respect. My wolf was on the surface, impatient as I was to know the reason for this call. “How have you been?”
I fixed my tie, grabbed the phone, and sat on the edge of the bed to pull my socks over my feet. My briefcase was on the bed. It contained the sheets on my current project.
“Get to the point, Father.”
A breath escaped me as I stomped my foot on the ground. I would get breakfast on the way to work. I picked up the briefcase, car and room keys, tucked my phone between my ear and shoulder, then exited the room.
My shoes pounded against the floor of the empty hallway. I stopped in front of the elevator and punched my destination number.
“Father?”
“The council thinks it’s a good idea to let us interact with others,” he muttered. I could smell the lie from a state away. “What do you think? You can return home and fuck around.”
I might have butt-dialed him during one of my sexcapades. If I thought too hard about that day, I would hear his voice, heavy with disappointment. He chose to be celibate, not me. I didn’t have a mate, so I was allowed to fuck around. He didn’t have to worry about little bastards because I protected myself.
“Aw, you miss me,” I cooed.
The elevator opened. Thank Goddess, it was empty. It usually would be filled on a Monday morning. I stepped in, appreciating the moment’s silence to myself.
“Waylen,” Father warned.
“The council thinks it’s a good idea for us to interact with others?” By others, I meant humans. Father murmured something unintelligible, and I didn’t try to know what that was. Werewolves mingling with humans has been a dream of his. Beyond fucking and working with them, I didn’t see the appeal. But he couldn’t impose his will on the council. “The same council Kane is in charge of?”
“Yes, that one.”
All these years with the humans must have affected him. He was too soft for an Alpha.
“And wolves now fly, Father.”
“Son, we will discuss this properly when you return home. We can make things right now, Waylen.” I rolled my eyes. Nothing was broken, so nothing needed to be fixed. His silly human project would never get a second hearing from the council. “Some of the members of the council agree with me.”
“About what?”
“Come home, Waylen,” he murmured, “and I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”
If I weren’t already tired of this state and the mindless routine, I would have put up a fight or gone on a tirade about his new project. He was interested in uniting the werewolves and humans. I bet Malik would be the first to object. He would be out of a job if that happened. The only reason Father still lived was because of his title. A regular werewolf would be dead for uttering such an abomination.
The elevator pinged. I was at my stop. I made the short journey to my car and dumped my briefcase on the front seat.
“It’s time for you to come home, son.”
“Okay, pops,” I said. The old man laughed, like I expected. “See you soon, Father.”
Ian wasn’t picking up my calls. I didn’t want to panic, but what the fuck was going on? I paced my room, the phone pressed to my ear as I listened to the ringing on the other end. Before his stupid voicemail came up, I ended the call. Becca’s name flashed on my screen as I was about to redial Ian’s number. She had talked about getting freaky with Ian tonight. Given his recent withdrawal, I was down for it as long as we didn’t go too far.I sent her a text and called my boyfriend. He picked on the first ring. For the first few seconds, I was too stunned to say a word. “Beth,” he started.“Baby.” I sat on the bed, my hand placed between my legs. Emotions swelled inside me, mostly fear, and my eyes found the ceiling as tears gathered in them. “You didn’t call or text me. I missed you, baby.” “I need to tell you something.” “Are you back?” “That’s not what this is about. I need to—” “Where are you? I could come over.”“You are not listening to me, Beth. I need to tell you something.”
Lights swirled in the club, hitting my face as I tried to find my way to the bar. The only good thing Ian did was break up with me on a Friday night. I could party my sorrows away. Too bad my best friends were busy with their men to join me in this adventure. I hadn’t told them. I couldn’t tell them. Not now, not yet, not when they were thinking Ian would propose to me on his birthday. Why would he ask my best friend for my ring size if he had no plans for us? That was plain cruelty. Wickedness at its peak. Good thing I broke his key in the keyhole before leaving. He could start his new life with her by changing his locks.Again, I pushed thoughts of him out of my mind and strolled to the bar. The bartender flashed me a smile, and I leaned over, so my boobs were more visible to him. Becca would scream if she saw me right now. Fumi would probably faint. But I was in slut mode. I wanted to bring out the bad girl in me. The bad girl Ian and responsibilities tamed. My nipples strained a
The ride to his place was a blur. I didn’t recall our conversation before settling for our current destination. The car stopped, and he picked me up. My legs circled his waist, and my teeth sank into his neck, wanting more of his taste. He tasted like rich whiskey. People’s voices rang out and faded around us. If I had paid any attention, I might have noticed the unusual setting of his house. We entered the elevator, and he still wouldn’t let me down, not that I wanted him to. Once the elevator slid open and we were alone in the hallway, he became feral. He dropped me to the floor, grabbed my wrists above my head, and pinned me to the wall. I couldn’t protest when he shoved a hand into my panties and cupped my pussy. Until now, I didn’t know what I was missing. My back arched as a finger slipped into my folds. I was so slippery wet that the sound of his finger pushing in and out echoed through the walls. His lips covered mine to steal my moans and cries. When he pulled back, it
A headache woke me up, followed by the sound of running water. I pressed a pillow to my face, begging the sound to stop.Who was in my bathroom?Becca and Fumi, as crazy as they were, knew better than to walk into my room when I was asleep. My hand reached for the phone that should be on the nightstand but connected with something else.I pulled the pillow down. There was a glass of water and some pills on the stool. A stool? I didn’t have a stool by my bed. I sat up.Where the hell was I?The ache between my legs brought back some memories. I hid my face in my palms and groaned. I slept with a stranger.A stranger fucked me, and I loved it. I… I wanted more. I craved him like a drug.God. I banged the side of my head as the other memories trickled in. That bastard, Ian. Waylen made so good on his promise, though. I was done with Ian. The objects in my vision danced. But I managed to get the
WAYLENI fucked up.The first mistake was tailing Beth to the club. The second was fucking her. But the worst of all was breaking all the goddamn rules.I fucked a human in Indiana.What was I thinking? I pushed that image of her out of my mind, putting the anger of that scenario into the current situation. If I had been home, I might have been able to prevent this from happening. But it was too late.“Where were you?” I yelled at the man standing a few feet away from me.The windows and door shook from the force of my voice. Len, my wolf, was close to the surface and wasn’t as logical or forgiving as I was. I gripped the top of the chair so hard my claws sank into it.Silence followed my question, and I cocked my head slightly, giving Jaxon, the bastard assigned to watch my father, a chance to explain before I separated his head from his neck.Fear reeked off him like a foul
It was a little past 4 pm when I woke up. There were already tons of messages from my mom to confirm that I would be in attendance, as if I had a choice. Putting on my best dress, I stood in front of the mirror and frowned. There was a mark on my neck. Granted, I had hickeys from where that bastard bit me. But this one looked different. It looked like a half-moon.What the hell?I retrieved a piece of wipe from the pack and rubbed hard at the spot, expecting the mark to go away. But it stayed. The skin around that area grew redder from scratching it. I chose to ignore it for today and move on with my life. After applying makeup and curling my hair, I was ready to go. My dress was nothing like that of yesterday. Maybe that was what drew Waylen to me. Was that his real name? Or something he used to attract girls to him?What kind of name was that, anyway? That was my first red flag, but I ignored it. My fault.My first stop was the store t
WAYLENBeth’s face paled as soon as she heard the click behind her. The click that signified I had locked the door, and she was alone with me. The one thing she had tried to avoid.Her heart drummed faster against her ribcage. As much as she tried to hide her fear behind that tough exterior, I could still smell it. It was almost as addictive as the smell of her arousal, and it drew me in. Len growled inside me. We wanted out, to be buried in her pussy, with our teeth deep in her neck. That was the only time he ever calmed down. The first time, actually. She had so much power over us, and she didn’t know it. I intended to keep it that way.Caging her between the sink and my stiff body, I placed my hands on each side of her hips. This position revealed the height difference and showed how easy it would be to bend her over the sink. Len liked that idea. This was his fucking fault. I was supposed to stay far away from her, but he was obsessed with her. Sta
“Let me get this straight,” Becca yelled. I flinched, my fingers sinking into my ears to save my poor eardrums. She towered over me like a mother about to discipline her child. It wasn’t so often she was this serious, and I didn’t need this side of her today. “You broke up with Ian, and now you have a new boyfriend?” Fumi sat across from me on the couch in my living room. She crossed her legs, her brows hidden under her bangs. “I mean, yeah.” Maybe I shouldn’t have lied about having a new boyfriend, but what did they expect me to say when they appeared stunned at the news? “We fell out of love, and he moved on. I decided to do the same, girls.” Becca slowly lowered herself to the couch I was seated. Her face was as white as a sheet. She couldn’t believe it. I also couldn’t. God forbid I let someone like Waylen be my boyfriend. But the lie had slipped from my lips before I could think twice about it. “I don’t understand,” she murmured