After a night of drinking with the girls Lucy has plans to go straight home, but gets far more than she bargained for when she bumped into Damien.
Damien has a secret, one that by his own admission has ruined other relationships, but after a night of steamy sex he reveals himself as a werewolf, and what’s more, as the Alpha of his pack.
Lucy’s love for him is too strong to back out, so she finds herself in a dangerous world of fangs, danger, and sex.
“I’m part of this…group. And they need me around to help sort shit out and keep everyone moving along. When I’m not there, it doesn’t work so well. They needed me, and she needed me, and I guess I picked them.” He explained, vaguely, gesturing with his beer bottle in his hand.
“Did you make the right choice?”
He paused for a moment, thinking. “I don’t know. I think so. It’s just tough, because I try to keep those two parts of my life separate and this was the first real indication that it wasn’t going to work long-term. I have to choose between having a personal life, or handling this group.”
“Huh,” I offered, not quite sure how to respond to that. What kind of group were we talking here? Football? Soccer? Board games? It was clear that he wasn’t going to volunteer the information, and I didn’t feel like I was in a position to drag it out from him.
He shook his head. “Sorry, I know how fucking stupid and boring this all must sound to you. You brought me back here for one thing, and here I am taking up space on your couch and drinking your beer and bending your ear about my shitty life choices.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I waved my hand in the air, dismissing his words. “Anyway, who says I brought you back here for one thing? What possibly gave you that impression?”
In that instant, his maudlin mood seemed to lift, and he turned to me, his eyes bright. “Maybe it was the making out in the taxi? Or how much I wanted to have you wrap your legs around my waist when I saw you in that skirt? Or the fact that, right now, you’re looking at me like you want me to kiss you again?”
I turned away, pretending to be insulted. “Well, if that’s the way you think of me…”
“Hey,” he caught my shin, and turned my head towards his. Then he kissed me again, his lips firm on mine, his tongue parting my lips and exploring my mouth. It was far from our first kiss, but it was just as intoxicating as the other ones- maybe even more so, considering the fact that this kiss seemed to hold so much more promise than the others.
“Was I wrong?” He breathed, pulling away from me just long enough to look me in the eyes.
I managed to shake my head slightly, and then we were all over each other again; he pushed me down into the couch, pinning my arms above my head as he began to work his way from my lips, to that spot just behind my ear, down my neck, and towards my breasts. Fuck. The feeling on his light stubble against my skin and his hot breath on my breast was almost too much to bear, and I arched my back so that I could feel his whole body against me. Sitting up, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a toned chest that I wanted to caress with my fingertips. I lay beneath him, my chest heaving, my body frozen for want of his touch. Throwing his shirt aside, he lay down on top of me again, his body heavy and warm on top of my own. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the situation, or simply some perfect combination of pheromones, but I knew that I wanted more.
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