Sexy temptation
1817 Words
DAWSON
The rapt knock on my door distracted me for a moment and I took a break from folding up my shirts and neatly stacking them inside my suitcase.
Deciding to ignore whoever was knocking, I resumed folding up my shirts. But the knock came again, harder this time.
Whoever was standing outside that door sure was annoyingly persistent. Wasn't it f*****g obvious that I didn't wanna talk to anyone?
I wasn't in the best mood right now and I sure as hell didn't have the patience to entertain anyone. Whoever is knocking at the door should just get the f**k out, please!
The knock grew louder and it got me f*****g pissed off. With a hiss, I headed for the door, ready to blast whoever it was that didn't understand the concept of 'privacy' and 'not wanting to be disturbed'.
I threw the door open and was a bit surprised to see Father, standing impatiently in the hallway.
"Father." I bowed quickly, stepping back and gesturing at him to come in. He did, but he had an obvious frown on his face.
"You don't want to talk to your Father too?" He asked, stopping in the middle of my room and scowling at me.
I knew he was referring to how I shut everyone out and had preferred to stay indoors since the Coronation night. How they barely saw me except on a few dinner nights. How scarce and distant I have become since that night.
Yeah, my actions were wrong, but I just didn't have enough energy for anyone else. Carla took them all the second she ran out of my room with that terrified look on her face.
It got me weak to the bones, and drained me of all my strength. It got me f*****g cranky too. That's why I chose to keep my distance. To avoid venting my agony on the wrong person.
"I'm sorry, Father. I– I just didn't know it was you out there." I replied, bowing again. It was all I could say.
"Hmm." He sighed, taking a look around. His gaze fell on my suitcase and my clothes sprawled on the bed. "I see you're already getting ready to leave."
"Yes, Father. I don't see why I should stay back any longer. Lectures start in a few days. I need to be back to school before that."
"That's fine. It shows how much of a serious student you've decided to become. Remember that it's your final year in school. Your last dance. I hope this time around, you won't engage in crazy shenanigans with those gangsters of friends you got."
"Father, my friends are not gangsters. They might be a little crazy –"
"A little?" He scoffed. "Son, you and your friends set a whole building on fire last season. Your school called me and almost arrested you guys for arson. If I hadn't stepped in and saved your asses, you would be locked up in prison right now…"
"Not this again, Father…" I groaned, hating the route this conversation just took.
"I'm not done talking," Father snapped, and I went silent. "You and your friends have also stolen from the Pack's treasure house."
"It was a dare, Father. A game. And we returned every bit of what we stole."
"Yeah, except my golden vase. Your stupid friends broke it."
"They offered to pay for it but you wouldn't let them."
"Son, that vase was priceless. No amount of money would have been enough to replace it."
"Father, where's this talk leading us?" I asked irritatedly. Listening to him badmouth my buddies and I was the last thing I needed right now. I just need him to get to the point so we can end this.
"It'll be great if you realize that your friends are a bad influence. And you are the worst because you are their leader. They follow your orders."
"That's not true." I objected quickly, feeling very angry at his words. "I might be their leader, but that doesn't mean that I ask them to do the s**t they do. And I'll say this for the millionth time, I don't always do those crazy stuff with them. I don't!"
I hate that I always have to argue my innocence. With Carla, with Father, and with Mother. Especially with Carla.
She thinks that I'm always the one behind the bullying she faces at the hands of my buddies. Father also thinks that I'm the one leading them into doing the messy stuff they do. And there was no way to convince them otherwise.
I've realized that the biggest disadvantage of keeping close buddies is the fact that you get to share the blame for their actions. And no matter how much you claim to be innocent, no one's gonna believe you. And sooner or later, their behaviors rub off on you and you find yourself acting like them. Much against your better judgment. That's what happened with me and my buddies.
Michael Wyatt, Nick Peters, and Liam Ross have been my buddies since grade school. We all grew up together and yeah, we've done crazy s**t but that's all part of being buddies. It kept us together. And I'm never ditching them. I just needed to find a way to get them to leave Carla alone. That's my biggest worry right now.
"Son," Father called, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I just need you to remember that you are an Alpha now. You need to have a good reputation. For yourself and the Pack." He spoke in a serious note.
"I plan on." For Carla. I need to prove to her that I'm not that much of a jerk. And that I could change.
"I pray you find your mate soon. I'm sorry it didn't happen on your coronation day. We all thought it would happen. I'm sorry we got your hopes up for nothing." Father sighed dolefully.
My expression fell and I strutted to the other side of my bed, refusing to look at him. I hadn't told him that Carla was my mate. I haven't told anyone. I just wanted to keep it a secret for now, until I figure it out.
"I'm sure I'll find her someday," I replied, still not looking at him. He might figure out the change in my expression and notice that I was keeping something from him. I didn't want that.
"You will."
"Thank you, Father." I turned and gave him a quick hug.
"Keep in touch, alright? And stay out of trouble."
"I will, Father."
"Finish up. I'll walk you to the car." He offered.
I folded up the remaining shirts and zipped up my suitcase. He walked to the door and I followed behind him, firmly holding my suitcase.
We went into the hallway and I recalled that I had left one of the books I had bought for the new school session.
"s**t! I'm sorry, Father, but I need to go grab something from my room." I was skimming through it last night to keep myself distracted. I must have dropped it somewhere.
"It's alright. I'll take your suitcase downstairs. Don't take too long, alright?"
"Thanks, Father. And I won't take long. Promise." I said and gave him my suitcase as I hurried back to my room.
The book was lying on my nightstand and I quickly grabbed it. But then a banging sound at my door followed, startling me.
I turned to see who it was. Anger clouded my insides, charging every bloody nerve in me at the sight of Joyce. What the f**k was she doing in here?!
"Dawson." She called softly, giving me a sultry, puppy look. A few tears lingered in her eyes but I knew it was all part of her trick to look pathetic and manipulate me into feeling sorry for her.
"When I said you should never show your face in front of me again, I f*****g meant it," I said glacially, giving her a cold look.
She broke into a forceful sob, and at the same time, she ran into my arms, hugging me tightly.
"Please, Dawson. I'm sorry for whatever I did, but don't hate me. I miss you. I miss us."
Us? f**k you, b***h. There was never an us!
"Get off me!" I grabbed her shoulder, pushing her away from me. She landed roughly on the floor but quickly picked herself up.
Out of the blue, she yanked off her dress, throwing it on my bed. And f**k, she was naked! No panties. No bra. Butt-naked.
I swear my c**k hardened instantly. She sure knew the game of seduction by heart, because how the f**k can she get me turned on so f*****g easily?
"Choke me with your c**k, Dawson. That's better than treating me like a piece of trash. Just choke me instead." She begged in that sultry tone, hugging me again.
Her hand roamed my chest and slid down into my pants, cupping my hard c**k. Her fingers teased the tip of my c**k, and I swallowed a hard lump forming in my throat.
God knows how much hunger and desire she was stirring up inside of me with her actions. But they weren't enough for me to take the risk of f*****g her again.
What if Carla walks in a second time? Then what? She would never hear me out. Ever. And I'll lose all chances to win her back. I can't take the risk. I can't!
"f**k me, Dawson. f**k me before you leave. Please." Joyce pleaded, guiding my hand to cup her wet p***y.
Fuck! Goddess’s ! How the hell do I refuse this?
"Please…"
I shut my eyes, fighting the urge to take her on her offer.
'Don't do it,' my wolf said to me. 'Remember, we have a mate. Don't be unfair to her.'
It was all the motivation I needed to push Joyce away again and lock up whatever hunger she stirred up in me.
"Put on your dress and leave when you're ready to. Don't forget to lock my door behind you." I said, brushing past her.
I hurried to the door before she could try to stop me again with more seduction tricks.
In my hurry, I didn't realize there was another figure in the hallway until I bumped into it.
"I'm so sorry, Master…" The voice said and I was immediately enchanted by it.
I looked sharply and it was her. Carla. She was picking up the clothes that had fallen from the basket she was carrying. I guess she was on her way to do the laundry.
Seeing her released a dozen butterflies in my stomach and increased the beat of my heart.
It took a few seconds to get a grip of my senses and then, I crouched next to her, helping her pick up the clothes.
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