Not-So-Fated Mates

Chapter 14: Hot and Heavy

Drake POV

    Drake watched her walking away with a smirk on his face as he admired her ass. He swirled his whiskey and took a sip, though his eyes never moved from their position as he seemed to be entranced by the way her hips moved, delighting both the man and the wolf within him. He knew, without a doubt, he was going to enjoy their little arrangement. Still grinning, he finally followed her back to their table.

    He immediately noticed that Layla’s annoying friend had moved to sit in Jackson’s lap, and quirked an eyebrow at them as he took his seat. “Well, don’t you two look cozy.”

    “I could say the same to you,” Jackson grinned, looking between him and Layla. “We saw how cuddly you two got at the bar.” Chelsea laughed and made kissy faces at them, her arm slung lazily across Jackson’s shoulders as she drank down what was left in her glass.

    “At least we aren’t practically f*****g in the middle of the bar,” Layla retorted with a chuckle.

    “Maybe not, but you sure tongue-f****d over there,” Chelsea said with a laugh. Drake laughed with her, feeling less on edge than he had been, as he admired the light shade of pink that rose in Layla’s cheeks at her friend’s observation. “Hey, look,” Chelsea said, pointing at him, “Mr. Grumpy is actually having fun. Must’ve been a damn good kiss, Layla.”

    “Yeah,” Jackson added his opinion. “Keep doing that, girl. Maybe he’ll actually learn to lighten up if you guys start having fun-time.” His eyes sparkled with amusement as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

    “Okay, okay,” Layla said, shaking her head but smiling. “But seriously, whatever Drake and I choose to do is between us.”

    “Damn, and I so wanted a play-by-play,” Jackson said his words dripping with sarcasm. “Just remember to keep it down, both of our rooms,” he said, pointing to Chelsea and himself, “are right next door. I don’t need y’all interrupting our night as well.”

    “Aren’t you confident?” Chelsea commented with a hearty laugh.

    “Any reason I shouldn’t be, sexy?” he replied with a wink. In lieu of a verbal response, she playfully smacked him on the shoulder and rolled her eyes.

    “Seems I should tell you guys to make sure you keep it down,” Drake said.

    “True, I do tend to turn women into screamers,” Jackson laughed.

    “Yeah, right, unless there’s such a thing as a scream of disappointment,” Drake snorted, taking a jab at his friend.

    “Well, you’d know,” Jackson shot back.

    “Okay boys, no pissing contests in here,” Layla giggled.

    “Maybe we should get going before all that testosterone goes to your heads,” Chelsea piped in, rolling her eyes at their male antics.

    “Too late,” Layla said, hiding her smile as both Jackson and Drake gave her dark glances, though they were fighting smiles of their own. They all finished their drinks, chatting a bit more as they did so, before getting up to leave. They stopped by the bar on the way out, the girls saying goodbye to Rob as they all settled their tabs. Drake was nice enough to cover the tip, pulling a crisp fifty out of his wallet before anyone else could and handing it to the pleasantly surprised bartender before turning to head out.

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    When they’d all gotten back to the pack house, Layla and Drake watched in amusement as Jackson picked Chelsea up and nearly ran inside, her laughter trailing them. They both looked at each other, chuckling, before they followed the strange pair inside.

    “I think I’m actually going to regret having the room next to Chelsea’s,” Layla said as they stepped through the front door.

    “Well, hopefully you’ll be too caught up in our fun to notice,” Drake responded, his voice husky as he grinned suggestively at her.

    “True.” She looked up into his eyes, her own gaze shy but heated as, once again, pink began to color her cheeks.

    “I love making you blush,” Drake’s voice was deep as he lifted his hand until his fingers softly caressed her warm cheeks. “I wonder if you’ll blush when I’m inside you.”

    She stared at him wide-eyed, but he could smell her desire as it permeated the air around him, causing him to close his eyes and simply breathe her sweet perfume. When he opened his eyes again, he watched as she opened and closed her mouth, attempting to find something to say. “You’re cute when you’re like this,” he said with a soft growl. “And your scent is delicious.” He paused, leaning in closer to softly brush his lips across hers before pulling back again. “We should probably get to your room, before I decide to take you right here.”

    He watched as she shivered in delight at his words, his mouth curling into a devilish smile. Wordlessly, he took her by her hand and led her to their rooms. They could already hear soft sounds coming from Jackson’s room, so he turned to her and said, “I think your room would be best at the moment. What do you think?”

    Instead of answering out loud, she mutely nodded her head and followed him in. Once the door was closed, he watched as she sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her to indicate his seat. After he’d sat next to her, he noticed she was biting her lip nervously. “You okay?” he asked, placing his hand on her thigh.

    “Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I’ve just never done this before.”

    “Don’t worry,” he replied, smiling sinfully. “I’ll guide you through it.” With that, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in, kissing her with a slight growl as he licked her lips, causing her to gasp and gaining him entrance. She moaned quietly as he pressed her closer, nipping at her bottom lip with his sharp canines.

    As her desire perfumed the air around him, his d**k hardening at just the thought of entering her hot, wet depths, his hands began to explore her lithe body. She moaned as he used a finger to circle where he somehow knew her n****e was, the fingers of his other hand heading slowly south. Her gasps and small moans made him smile against her mouth.

    She was driving him crazy, and he loved every damn second of it.