Chapter 2
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Lily
The reason I smoke is because I’m agitated without it. Restless. Easily overwhelmed. A lunatic with way too many daily panic attacks. I had one earlier, I’m sure, but damn, where the heck am I?
“Do you feel better now?”
My eyes fully open to the sound of a sexy male voice, and I freeze into a block of ice when concerned, green eyes meet mine. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen on this planet is lying in front of me, so I guess that part when a hot guy massaged me wasn’t a dream...
I’m suddenly struggling to breathe.
The man in front of me is single-handedly putting every book boyfriend I’ve ever read to shame. He is dressed in nothing but a crisp t-shirt and a pair of boxers, and his clothes barely hide his perfectly carved “V” and lower abs. He is incredibly attractive, and the little smile on his lips tells me he is very aware of me checking him out.
He tilts his head to the side. “I wasn’t sure whether or not to call an ambulance, but perhaps passing out is a normal occurrence when you’re stressed?”
“I...” I struggle to find the right words for a few seconds. “I pass out when I’m overwhelmed, yes.”
He smiles with a sexy set of whites. “What part about me did you find overwhelming?”
Oh, arrogance.
I glare at the man, only to draw a deep breath when my heart flutters in response to our locking eyes. Again, I’m drawn in like a moth to a flame. It makes me stifle a groan. Could this man really be my mate? My blood is boiling. My heart is racing, and even though I don’t know him, my hands are itching to touch his gorgeous face.
“I must say, I never expected to find my mate at the spa where I’m staying.” His gaze wanders up and down my body, and more butterflies swarm my stomach. “You said your name was Lily?”
“That’s right...” Despite not being a very shy person, I’m nervous around this guy. It seems beautiful people have that effect on me. And mate? Is he joking? “Are we seriously mates?”
“Yes,” he suddenly sounds serious. “But I must warn you that I won’t just accept anyone as my mate. I have a very high position within my pack and must think of the future.”
Yikes, he probably doesn’t want to hear that I’m a rogue, then...should I hide it?
“R-right...so umm...what do you want to know about me? And what is your name?” Also, is it possible to get another mind-blowing orgasm from this man? It felt incredibly good, and I’m ready for my next hit.
“My name is Wesley.” He studies me thoughtfully, but I can detect a hint of amusement under his cool mask, even if he isn’t smiling. “So, Lily, do you usually knock on the wrong room and ask strangers to give you an adventure massage?”
My heart races at that question, and I must look as shocked as I feel because Wesley chuckles. It’s a low, sexy sound, and I suddenly wish I was high so I wouldn’t suffer from this pitter-patter in my chest.
“Would you mind bringing me my bag? It should be where I hung my coat.”
Wesley gets up from the bed without a word, and I’m given front-row tickets to see his muscular thighs. Yup, if there was any doubt about it before, it’s crystal-clear that the guy spends most of his time at the gym.
“Can werewolves even get high?” Wesley asks from the hallway.
“Of course they can!” I shout. “And why do you ask?”
“Because your bag smells like...herbs. And since you’re a werewolf, I’m wondering if you’re addicted to some sort of placebo...”
“No one is addicted to...herbs.”
Wesley appears at the door opening. “That’s what they all say, friends, family, everyone I’ve known to use it, yet they all continue to smoke it.”
“To feel human.” I point out.
He hands me my bag, then crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest. “You’re not human, though.”
“That’s...a good point.”
A low chuckle escapes him. “I wouldn’t want a 'herb' addict for a mate.”
“I’m not an addict, but...I can stop.” If it means Wesley accepting me as his mate, then hell yeah. Pretty boy over there looks way more addictive than any magical herb you could possibly ever smoke. “But can we make this my last night of using it? I need it to calm down.”
He smiles. “Sure, why not? And while you’re at it, give me one. I want to see what this is all about.”
I raise an eyebrow in surprise. “You want to try weed?”
He shrugs. “Why not? I’m open to new experiences, and I want to see how it affects werewolves.”
Well, this is certainly unexpected. I rummage through my bag, feeling a bit nervous about sharing this with someone I barely know, even if he is my mate. But Wesley’s easy-going attitude puts me at ease, and I hand him a joint.
We sit on the bed and light up, passing the joint back and forth. As I take a hit, my nerves melt away, and I let out a relaxed sigh. Wesley also seems to be enjoying it, his eyes half-closed as he exhales a cloud of smoke.
“So, let me guess: you’re a Beta?”
Wesley arches an eyebrow from his place on the bed. He is down on his back, and his shirt has ridden up his stomach, exposing his delicious lower abs. What a view... If he were my boyfriend, I would press a billion kisses to that place.
“You think I’m a Beta?”
“Yeah? You have this aura around you…like you’re important or something.”
“Like I’m important or something?” he teases my tone and chuckles when I get red.
“Well, are you a Beta or not?”
“Is my position within my pack important because last time I checked, you haven’t told me yours either?”
I swallow thickly. I don’t want to tell Wesley I’m a rogue, but I’m more than curious about what he could be. His suite screams money.
“The man should answer first.”
He chuckles and covers his face with his upper arm, shielding his eyes but not his beautiful full lips. “I’m an Alpha, not a Beta. Thank you for asking.”
Oh my god.
My heart practically stops at his words. An Alpha? No wonder he gives off that air of importance. He is a leader, a man to be respected and admired. And he is my mate.
How the hell did the moon goddess score me an Alpha for a mate? And a beautiful one at that!
I stare at Wesley, my heart beating so hard I’m close to having a heart attack and seeing stars. He is watching me, smirking like a devil.
Oh boy, is it hot in here?
I can feel myself getting more and more drawn to him, my body aching to be closer to his. We take turns passing the joint back and forth until it’s finally smoked down to the nub.
Wesley puts it out in the ashtray on the bedside table and turns to me, his green eyes full of heat and desire. “So, Lily...could you tell me more about yourself?”
Since I know telling him a rogue will disgust him, I lunge for him. He laughs when I place my hands on his chest and go in for a kiss—one that I hope will blow his mind. But instead, I kiss his teeth, and he smiles at my inexperience before taking over and pushing me down into the sheets.
Suddenly I’m on my back, and the view is spectacular. Wesley is straddling me with his thick thighs on either side of me, and he rips off his shirt, revealing his amazing chest.
I feel weak in the knees, and my mouth goes dry. This man is sculpted like a god, and I’m almost afraid to touch him, but I can’t resist any longer.
I run my hands over his chest, feeling the hard curves and the ripple of his muscles beneath my fingers. “I’ve never been with someone like you before,” I whisper.
He chuckles and leans closer, millimeters from my lips, with a sexy smile on his face. “I’ve never been with someone quite like you either.” His breath is hot against my face, and I gasp when he kisses me properly this time. Electricity courses through my veins, and heat spreads between my thighs.
He pulls away and looks down at me, his eyes smoldering with desire. “Are you ready to be taken by me?”
I nod, and he grins before leaning back and taking off his boxers. I’m already half-naked from the massage, and now my nips are standing at full mast. When was I ever this aroused? Probably never.
I slip down my underwear while locking my eyes on Wesley’s sexy hands. His boxers are going down and down, and I stifle a moan when I see his hard, enormous member.
“Is all of that for me?” I ask and place a hand on my chest. I’m being weird, but Wesley is laughing, so I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Yes, please.”
He snorts. “You’re a weirdo.”
“I am.”
“I like you anyways.”
“You barely know me.”
“I know you well enough to know you’re funny,” he says before pinning me underneath him to whisper in my ear. “And wet, very, very wet for me.”
I shiver as his large calloused hand slides down my body and further between my legs. His confidence is arousing, and I arch my back when he gently licks a path along my neck until his mouth is hovering over mine. I’m lost in the moment, lost to his eyes peering down at me.
“Do you want this? Do you want me?” I nod, and he smirks above me. “Good answer.”
He kisses me again, this time while circling his fingers around my sensitive clit until goosebumps prickle over my skin. It feels wonderful, and a silent moan leaves my lips when he sticks in his fingers. I’m clenching around him, and he pulls away to smile down at me.
“I can’t believe how wet you are,” he whispers. “And so damn willing.”
“Who wouldn’t be willing for you?” I counter.
Surprise flashes over his face, but then a low laugh leaves those gorgeous lips. “Are you always like this?”
I’m not sure what he means. His finger is inside of me, and I can hardly focus. “Like what?”
“Honest.”
“All the time.” I have no filter.
He chuckles. “Add that to the list of things that I like about you.”
“You have a list?”
“Yes, do you want to hear a few items on it?”
Why does his voice have to be so sexy? I close my eyes and repress a shudder when his fingers find that perfect spot inside of me. “T-tell me...”
“I like your scent,” he murmurs. “And your beautiful pink little lips that are wrapped around my fingers. But they would be even prettier if they were around something else.”
Wesley pushes the tip against me, and my eyes fly open. That something else sure isn’t small!
I groan when he enters me, inch by inch, and smile at how perfectly he feels inside me. If this is a dream, then I don’t want to ever wake up from it. Wesley is perfect. I don’t even care that we are doing this without a condom. What are the chances of becoming pregnant from a one-night stand anyway? Probably super low.
- Writer
