Layla's Lovers

Chapter Six: The Girl Can Dance

Layla continued her unknowing torture of Jaxon for another three songs before she finally broke away from the males and made her way off the dance floor.

Charlie and Anna had moved from the main table and were making rounds with the other Luna’s in attendance, leaving Jamie, Julien, and Corey at the table with Jaxon. Theo and Nikolai were both busy dancing with their mates and Jaxon didn’t want to pull them away to deal with his issues quite yet. They deserved to enjoy the party with the rest of the pack.

Layla flounced her way over to the table with a new drink in her hand and sat down with a huff in the chair right beside Jax. He sucked in a deep breath and stiffened as he forced himself to stay in control.

She flipped her hair back and pulled it up into a high ponytail. The action put her elegant neck on full display to Jaxon and sent a fresh wave of her scent washing over him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to keep calm as he picked up the obvious scent of her arousal.

The room was filled with so many werewolves, it was near impossible to decipher anyone's scents apart, let alone their arousal, but Jax could pin point Layla’s anywhere.

“Having fun, Layla?!” Gabriel squealed as he approached the table and took the seat on the other side of her.

“Too much if you ask my fathers,” Layla replied.

Gabriel laughed then stood again and walked over to Jax, placing his hands on his shoulders and squeezing just enough to get Jax to relax them- slightly.

“Monsieur! What is this?! It is surely not the outfit you were wearing before!” Gabriel gasped as he realized Jaxon’s different shirt.

“Oh, thats my fault. Alpha Jaxon and I had a bit of a landing issue when I arrived,” Layla laughed in response.

Corey, Jamie, and Julien simply watched in cautious silence as the scene unfolded in front of them.

Gabriel laughed as Nik appeared behind him and wrapped an arm around him as he placed a kiss on Gabriel’s head. Nik was a good foot taller than his mate and was easily double his weight as Gabriels nymph blood kept him on the smaller side. Similar to Layla’s build, they were both somehow so petite and whimsical in their movements.

“Alright Jaxon! Enough sulking at your own party- pick a pretty wolf and get on the dance floor birthday boy!” Nik shouted over the music.

Jaxon winced. There was only one female he wanted, that night and forever- but he knew she wouldn’t say yes.

“Forget the wolves, Layla here is the most beautiful female at this party! What about it, Layla, you going to honor the birthday boy with another turn on the dance floor?” Gabriel said with a wink.

“GODS NO! HE’S BASICALLY ANOTHER BROTHER!” Layla shouted with a hearty laugh.

Gabriel and Nik both joined her in laughing- until they realized Jaxon wasn’t joining them.

His eyes were burning holes into Layla with their intensity.

HER f*****g BROTHER!? Jaxon’s wolf howled angrily in his mind, CLAIM HER NOW AND WE WILL SHOW HER HOW NOT LIKE HER BROTHERS WE ARE!

Jaxon finally let out the breath he had been holding, but his stare did not falter as he fumbled in his mind for how to respond to her comment.

He noticed Corey, Jamie, and Julien all go rigid as they lurked at the other end of the table, waiting to see what Jaxon would do.

“What Alpha?! You just going to stare at me or are you going to try and prove me wrong?” Layla said with a teasing smirk and one eyebrow raised in challenge.

Is she…flirting with me? No. Maybe. f**k. Jaxon’s thoughts were still too jumbled to speak so he just let his body take over. The same way he did in battle, silence the thoughts and just go with the muscle memory.

He could dance with her. He could do it.

Or he could snap and kill anyone else who dared to dance with her again- the night was indeed still young.

Jaxon stood up abruptly, causing Nik and Gabriel to quickly slide to the side to avoid getting hit by Jax's chair.

He took one step closer to Layla, then bent down so his face was almost as close to hers as she had been to him in the field a few hours earlier.

He heard her tiny gasp as he tilted his head to the side, reached up to her pony tail, and pulled out a twig.

Her cheeks stained a deep, blushing red as she accepted the twig from Jaxon’s open hand.

“Saving that as a souvenir were you?” Julien chimed in from the other end of the table as Jamie and Corey struggled to contain their laughter.

Layla’s blush deepened into a flush of anger as she looked at her fathers and Corey all laughing at her. She snapped her head back to look at Jaxon, who still stood a little too close to her and was still staring at her with a burning intensity that made her squirm.

“f*****g males,” Layla muttered as she pushed away from the table and stormed off to the dance floor.

Jamie, Julien, and Corey erupted with laughter again.

“That’s our girl,” Jamie said with a wink at Jax as he finished another drink.

Jax turned and looked at Nik, whose curiosity was obvious on his face. Gabriel though- he seemed to figure it right out by the looks of his knowing smirk.

“Not a word to anyone,” Jaxon whispered to Gabriel, who immediately nodded his response and slid his fingers over his lips as if zipping them shut.

Jaxon ran a hand into his hair, then followed Layla’s scent through the mass of werewolves until he found her on the dance floor again.

This time she was dancing with a very pretty red head Jaxon recognized from his pack. She was one of the few shewolves in his pack that Jax sometimes enjoyed a night with, although it had been a few weeks since they had last f****d.

Thank the gods! Jaxon thought as he realized the absolute last thing he needed was for Layla to smell him on another female.

The red head, Cindy, smiled widely as Jaxon approached them. His eyes were low and predatory as he watched the way Layla and her were pressed firmly against each other.

Layla still hadn’t noticed Jaxon’s slow approach. She let her hands wander freely down Cindy’s sides, even sliding around to her ass to pull the red head closer against her.

Jaxon’s breathing hitched as he watched their barely covered breasts collide.

It was torture. Not just because he wanted Layla’s breasts pressed up against his chest and no one else’s, but also because he could see and scent the very potent attraction and arousal rolling off Layla.

So she likes males- and females? Jaxon’s wolf mulled over in his mind.

He had no issue with it, but it did make the population of pack members he would have to restrain from killing twice as large.

It was one thing for two girls to dance sexy at a party, but the way Layla was groping Cindy, who Jaxon already knew was bisexual- it was obvious Layla was into it, and not just to attract more males.

The lights were still flashing like a night club and the beat was pulsing deep and rhythmic through the party, yet all Jaxon could see was Layla and all he could hear was the rapid beating of his own heart as he got closer to her.

Jaxon had to move in on her, before another male did and he lost his mind- but he wasn’t sure he would be welcome to touch Layla yet. One thing was for certain, if she didn’t want his touch she would cause a party ending scene just to let him know.

Jax decided the risk was too great so instead, and against his wolf’s demands, he made Cindy’s night by sliding up behind her and falling in sync with her and Layla’s rhythm.

Cindy turned her head and giggled with drunken joy that the Alpha was giving her such coveted attention. Jaxon put on his best fake smile in response.

His goal wasn’t to lead Cindy on, but he also wasn’t about to make it obvious that he wanted Layla, and not her. She was the closest he could get to Layla for now.

Jaxon pushed himself hard against Cindy from behind as she gyrated her hips against his growing erection. His hands were firm on her waist, which put them in contact with Layla’s moving body as well. The tiniest of touches, but it was sending all the blood in his body straight to his c**k.

Layla smirked at him. She was obviously not pleased about being challenged for Cindy’s attention by the Alpha. Where most wolves would have backed down by now, Layla doubled her efforts.

The lights were so dimmed and the dance floor so packed, it was easy to get lost in the moment and forget anyone else was around.

Layla let her hands roam up and down Cindy’s body once more. Slowly gripping her sides, skipping over Jaxon’s hands and resuming their path towards the short hemline of Cindy's dress. Layla, still in rhythm with Cindy and Jaxon’s grinding, slid her body so that her leg was pressed against Cindy’s center. If Layla's dress pushed up just one more inch, her ass would be out for the room to see. But she seemed to have a careful watch over it as she pulled at the sides quickly once she saw Jaxon’s roaming eyes on her thighs.

She smirked at him as Cindy’s breathing hitched at the new friction against her.

Two can play this game. Jaxon growled out in his mind.

He let go of Cindy’s waist with one hand and slid it slowly up into her hair at the base of her neck– just the way he already knew she liked. Then he gently and subtly pulled at her hair just enough to elicit a gasp and a blissful grin from Cindy.

Sure, he was using her to get to Layla. But she could never deny that she got plenty out of the situation as well.

Layla locked eyes with Jaxon and he could feel her desires. It had to be the formation of the bond because Jaxon had never felt so euphoric with any other female and it wasn’t even Layla he was touching, but he knew it was her driving him wild.

Her eyes glowed every so slightly, Jaxon wasn’t sure if it was her fae coming out or just the way the lights were reflecting. One thing he was sure of: Layla was hot, and very much bothered.

Her eyes were heavy in that sensual bedroom eyes sort of way that Jaxon could have only dreamed about before now. When he did take shewolves into his bed, it was never a sensual affair. It was rough, hard, and they never stayed the night. He would get what he needed, make sure the female got plenty in return, then would send them home to their own beds.

This kind of slow, teasing, build-up was totally uncharted territory for him, but he was already hooked on it.

Layla licked her bottom lip then bit down on it as she roamed her eyes between Cindy’s trembling body and Jaxon’s heavy gaze. He didn’t care one bit how hot Cindy looked as Layla teased her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

He only had eyes for Layla.

The lights seemed to dim a little further and Jaxon was grateful because he had a feeling he knew what Layla was about to do. While he would normally be all for the very public display, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it going down with his mother, her mother, and both her fathers in the same room.

He assumed they had migrated away from the dance floor by now as it was well past 1am, but he couldnt be too careful.

Last thing he needed was a lecture on s****l displays from anyone, her family or his. He may be 30, but his mother would be the first one to tear into him should he step too far out of line with her around.

Layla’s breasts were shoved up against the very edge of the neckline of her dress. One more centimeter and her n*****s would be popping out and Jaxon could barely see straight once he imagined what they would look like pressed against Cindy’s.

Layla looked down at her chest, then up at Jaxon’s wide eyes and laughed. Her hair was still pulled up so her neck and chest were all there for him to enjoy and she knew it. She was obviously not wearing any kind of bra, which was making Jaxon’s fantasy even better.

Layla watched him, watching her breasts move against the quivering Cindy.

Poor girl, she was so close to release yet caught between the most intense battle of wills and passion.

Layla finally slid one hand up and across Cindy, grabbing hold of Jaxon’s bicep with a firm grip. Her other hand slid down, down, down until it reached the hem of Cindy's dress in between her thighs where Layla’s leg was.

Layla looked into Jaxon’s eyes and mouthed the words hold her and Jaxon knew this was about to become a core memory for him. One he would never forget. Not ever. It would live on in his wildest fantasies for the rest of his life and maybe beyond that.

He nodded slightly and grinned slyly at Layla, never breaking eye contact with her as her hand slid under Cindy’s hem line and behind her panties.

Cindy gasped and Jax tightened his grip in her hair and leaned down to her ear, “Quiet red, we can’t draw too much attention,”

Not that anyone was watching. The lights were dimmed and while werewolves could see well in the dark as needed, they could also ignore the skill and live in the blissful drunken darkness of a sensual dancefloor when they felt like it.

Cindy nodded her head as best she could with Jaxon’s tight grip still pulling at the base of her hair.

Layla smiled as Jax returned his gaze to hold hers and Cindy’s eyes closed in ecstasy as Layla discreetly moved her fingers around and around the apex of Cindy’s thighs.

Jaxon and Layla could both feel Cindy’s orgasm building and building until finally, she shattered on them both.

Jaxon released her hair and slid a hand quickly around to cover her mouth and stop her from crying out as Layla worked every last bit of Cindy’s release from her body.

When her quivering finally slowed and she came down from the high of her orgasm, Cindy was limp in Jaxon’s and Layla’s arms.

Layla had a satisfied smile plastered across her face and Jaxon was in so much pain it was unbearable. His c**k had never been harder in his life and he needed a release now.

The three kept dancing, although slower, as Cindy regained her ability to stand on her own and Layla slid her hand from Cindy’s panties and pulled the hem of her dress back down. She then leaned in and kissed Cindy on the lips.

“It’s been fun pretty girl,” Layla whispered into Cindy's ear loud enough for Jaxon to hear.

She said nothing to Jaxon but gave him another challenging smirk before pulling away and quickly making her way through the maze of people dancing. Cindy turned around in his arms to keep dancing but Jaxon was too distracted to notice as his eyes searched for Layla. She had moved so fast, he hadn’t been able to keep up with what direction she had gone in.

“Are you going to let me help you with that, uh, problem you have there Sir?” Cindy whispered to Jax.

She was meaning his rock hard and angry c**k which had been rubbing against her ass so long, it was not going to go down without release. There was just no way.

Jaxon searched and searched for Layla in the crowd but even her scent had started to dissipate so she had to have exited the main room.

It could be months before Layla figured out that he was her mate, let alone f****d him. He wanted her more than anything, but he could feel the tension and the aggression in him building as he tried his hardest to ignore his throbbing erection. But it was simply not going away.

Last time. This is the last time. Jaxon said to himself and to his wolf before grabbing Cindy by the wrist and dragging her off the dance floor and out of the party through a side entrance.