Chapter 6 Best + Bitter = Better
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As I parked my blue convertible, scheming how I would leave early without anyone noticing, I felt my wolf eager to come out and enter the Lone Wolf. I had no idea what made me so on edge and ready to pounce, but I figured maybe we both needed a release tonight. I approached the bouncers at the front door, who immediately stepped aside, keeping their eyes on the ground in submission. Wolves waiting in line to get into the Lone Wolf glared at me with fear, and I was proud of it—heck, I deserved it. I was the strongest werewolf, and that wasn't going to change anytime soon. I had trained hard for this moment, pushing myself daily to ensure my pack's safety like a true Alpha.
The moment I walked in, loud cheers erupted from a table filled with my Beta, Deltas, and Enforcers of the Midnight Pack. I rolled my eyes and raised a hand, realizing this was going to be a long night. The music roared and drinks lined the table; it took a lot more alcohol than it would for a human to get a wolf drunk. I joined in as my Beta grabbed a couple of glasses and proposed a simple toast, "Gentlemen—tonight, we celebrate our Alpha who has kept us safe, expanded our territory, and will soon have his Luna!" The whole table cheered, tossing back the harsh liquid into their mouths.
As I placed my hand on the marble table to grab another drink, I caught a familiar smell, so alluring and seductive. I realized that was the scent my wolf was fighting me over; it engulfed me instantly, smelling so damn sweet. I turned my head to follow the scent, and that's when I spotted my meek little werewolf at the table in the corner. She was leaning over the table, her perfectly sculpted ass ready to pop out of that dress at any moment, laughing with a mated couple as the three of them downed the alcohol from their cups. She looked so happy, giggling and squealing. My pants tightened instantly as I wondered what it would feel like to have my cock thrust down her throat, just like that drink had gone down hers.
In that moment, she spun around and devoured my eyes with hers—her Arctic blue eyes beaming directly at mine. I had no idea then how I would live without those eyes staring at me every morning as we woke up from slumber. My gaze then dropped to the silver sequin dress she was wearing, a button pinned right beside her left breast. Her perky tits sat perfectly in the dress, hiding almost nothing but taut pink nipples. A desperate sensation shot through my wolf and me as we wondered what the words on that button said. I wanted to feast on those delicious tits while watching them bounce on my thick cock.
Without hesitation, I was stunned as she walked right over to my table. She carried such confidence, showing no fear of possible punishment for disturbing a high-ranking table. She may be meek, but she had courage. For a moment, I thought of all the ways I could punish her. My mind drifted to what she would taste like—would her pussy be as sweet as her scent? Thoughts of her overtook my mind. What was I going to do with my little mate?
Just then, she walked directly to Don, shaking her round ass on her way. "Hey killer, I'm ready for another birthday drink," she proudly proclaimed in a flirty voice. "It's mate's birthday!" My wolf cheered in joy. Don chuckled in delight, "I knew you'd be back, Miss Silver Shadow pack." A wave of possessiveness engulfed me, realizing my Beta was clearly well acquainted with my mate. Rage filled me; my eyes glowed a deep gold as I stared directly at my Beta, intimidating him to back off my meek little werewolf. As his eyes met mine, I watched his shoulders tense as he looked down in submission.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" she teased, flipping her hair over her shoulder and sending her scent rattling through me even more. Being the smartass Don has always been, he slid a hand against her back, gently pushing her toward me, countering her with, "You see, Miss Silver Shadow pack, I've already bought you a few drinks, but OUR dear Alpha Jaxon has yet to." Before she could respond, Don walked off toward another group of female she-wolves. Her eyes remained fixed on mine, masterfully trying to figure me out. My wolf was tearing at his restraints, desperate to leave his mark on her fragile little neck. I struggled to understand what my meek little wolf was doing to me.
"Eighteen... that's a pretty big deal, you know? I suppose that does call for a celebratory drink," I kindly suggested, maintaining our gaze. Her cheeks flushed from a slight pink to a deep red instantly.
Dropping her gaze in submission, she nervously replied, "I-I'm s-sorry, A-Alpha. I didn't mean to interrupt your bachelor party. I actually don't turn eighteen until midnight. Please forgive me."
My wolf was mad at me, screaming that I had scared her and that she was now afraid of us. He begged me to comfort her, to show her she shouldn't fear us. He desperately wanted us to grab her, hold her, and calm her. We were true mates; she just didn't realize it yet. When she did, would she be so quick to reject me? I pondered hard. I grabbed her wrist, and that same bolt I felt the first time I laid my hand on her chin shot through my body. I fought hard not to rip that sad excuse of a dress off, lay her on the table right here, and attack that bare pussy with my mouth until she begged me to stop.
"This isn't a bachelor party, little wolf, but it is your birthday. I would sincerely like to buy you a drink as your Alpha, although I feel like you may have already had a few too many," I pleaded with my eyes.
She let out a giggle, the cutest noise that ever touched my ears. "Well, when you put it that way, Alpha," she emphasized the word Alpha, sending a rush of pride straight to my dick, "I suppose you're right, and drink number forty-nine can't hurt."
She sidestepped between the table and me, gently rubbing her body against mine as she approached the bar. Sparks immediately engulfed my body and hardened me further, making my pants even tighter. Did she know what she was doing to me? Was she feeling it too? I felt like I was going to implode if I didn't get to taste my little mate tonight.
"Ah, ah, ah, little wolf, let me show you where the big wolves get served," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. The surprise on her face made it clear she had to feel the electric tingles too.
As we crossed the bar, eyes focused on us and murmurs rippled throughout the room. I was sure these weak wolves wondered why their new Alpha was holding the hand of another she-wolf and not the soon-to-be Luna. Truthfully, I didn't care, nor did my wolf. He pranced around, happily showing off his true mate, finally so close to her. I wanted to explode with pride. I thought for a moment how any wolf would be lucky to have her—any wolf except me, the feared Alpha Jaxon.
We approached the black velvet curtains—the restricted area for the elite. I pushed the curtains back with my other hand, nodding at the bouncer standing there. "Alpha," he whimpered as he dropped his gaze in submission.
We reached a plush couch where I pulled her to sit on my lap. No doubt her ass could feel all my hardness beneath it, begging to push inside. I sensed her fear dissipate, so I quickly cupped the side of her soft face.
"There's nothing to fear, little wolf. I'm just buying you a birthday drink, remember?" I whispered in her ear. I felt her calm at my touch, making both my wolf and me happy.
"So, tell me, little wolf, what's your name?" I asked, hoping to keep the conversation light. I slid my hand around her waist, smelling her wetness pressed against my cock. The scent of her wetness tormented me; it smelled even better than her already intoxicating scent, making it hard to keep composed.
"Adeline, sir," she replied submissively.
"That's a beautiful name. It fits you perfectly, Adeline. My name is Jaxon." Saying her name felt so right—I wanted to say it a million times more.
Gathering whatever courage remained in her seductive little body, she said, "It's a pleasure to formally meet you, Alpha Jaxon."
"No Alpha. We're in private, Adeline. You refer to me as Jaxon when we're alone or when you're lying beneath me," I added stiffly—cursing my stupid comment. If I hadn't scared her off already, she definitely would now.
She shifted uneasily from my lap and moved to sit beside me. Disappointment washed over me until, in one swift move, she flipped herself back onto my lap, straddling me, her tits directly in my face. I let out a faint moan I knew she heard as she casually readjusted and rubbed her wet pussy against the hardness in my pants. She felt like a toy I could toss around my bedroom—so small, fragile. I chose to ignore her move, desperately hoping she would do it again.
