broken
ankles and easy kill! and I had to push it down to make it shut up –
until she took her place on Vincent’s other side.
“Follow this man,
ladies – he’ll never lead you astray,” Vincent said, stumbling forward while
pointing at me. I held the doors of the club open for all of them, then helped
them into the backseat of the waiting car.
I pretended not to
notice or care what they did on the way to the condo, even though there was no
way not to hear the sound of their kisses, their moans, and smell the scents of
their arousal. My heart beat low inside my chest, my wolf jealous, wanting the
feel of skin, any skin.
I let all of them out
of the backseat, and herded them toward the elevator. Vincent gave me a look
over their heads as they lounged on him, groping at his chest, kissing his
neck, all of them leaning against the wall.
“You sure?” he asked
me, mouthing the words.
I nodded and looked
away, until the elevator found our floor.
He unlocked the condo
and went with them into his bedroom, and I sat on the couch, listening.
It wasn’t the first
night I’d spent like this, and it wouldn’t be the last. Why was I here? Why did
I torment myself like this? The money was good, but I didn’t need money, I knew
how to get by without it. I could always fight again if I had to, or just live
off the land as a wolf – a full wolf’s belly was just as good as a full human
one.
The door unlocked, and
Vincent emerged. He was naked from the waist up, and I could see lipstick marks
on his neck like bloody bites as he walked over to the bar.
“Are you completely
sure you don’t want one of them?”
I shook my head. “I’m
fine.”
He sighed and
contemplated me, drink in hand. “You’ve got to learn how to celebrate more,
Max. How to lose control every once in a while. Otherwise everything’s going to
build up in you and someday you’ll explode.”
He set his drink down
and began making two more. “You could take her to your own room, you know,” he
said, as I stood to help him carry the other drinks back. He smelled so good,
the scent I’d become accustomed to while living with him, his musk and a hint
of his aftershave. The stripper was right to have kissed his neck, if our
situations were reversed I would have started there too and then gone lower,
fast --
Vincent looked at me
as though I’d been considering his offer. I quickly shook my head again. “Not
tonight. Thank you.”
“Your loss, Max,” he
said, his voice quiet, putting his drink inside the bedroom, and then taking
the other two from me quickly, and closing the door.
I went back to my vigil
on the couch, listening to them fuck, trying to ignore my erection.
Twenty minutes later I
stood up. I was going to go take a shower and jerk off with the remnants of my
dignity – that way I’d be done and dry before the strippers needed rides.
The bathroom smelled
like him, which didn’t help. His shaving cream, his cologne. I pulled my shirt
off and put it beside the sink. In the mirror I could see down to my hips. So
many scars I’d gotten, fighting other weres. A full set of wolf-teeth marked my
arm, and five gouges streaked across my stomach, where Syd had been half a
pound of pressure away from disemboweling me.
Other weres hadn’t come of age
and sometimes looked for dicks to suck. What I was was an aberration – no
matter how many of the older pack members had furtively fucked me, before I was
kicked out. I had to abide by their rules still – but none of them could stand
to be around me.
Which left me to take care of
myself. Like always. I rested one hand on the belt of my pants and was reaching
the other one down to cup my balls when I heard the distinctive sound of a gun being
unholstered in the hallway outside. I had one second to dive to the ground before
they shot the handle off the front door.
The women screamed and
I prayed that the alcohol had made Vincent slow, as one of the men outside walked
in. I waited
ankles and easy kill! and I had to push it down to make it shut up –
until she took her place on Vincent’s other side.
“Follow this man,
ladies – he’ll never lead you astray,” Vincent said, stumbling forward while
pointing at me. I held the doors of the club open for all of them, then helped
them into the backseat of the waiting car.
I pretended not to
notice or care what they did on the way to the condo, even though there was no
way not to hear the sound of their kisses, their moans, and smell the scents of
their arousal. My heart beat low inside my chest, my wolf jealous, wanting the
feel of skin, any skin.
I let all of them out
of the backseat, and herded them toward the elevator. Vincent gave me a look
over their heads as they lounged on him, groping at his chest, kissing his
neck, all of them leaning against the wall.
“You sure?” he asked
me, mouthing the words.
I nodded and looked
away, until the elevator found our floor.
He unlocked the condo
and went with them into his bedroom, and I sat on the couch, listening.
It wasn’t the first
night I’d spent like this, and it wouldn’t be the last. Why was I here? Why did
I torment myself like this? The money was good, but I didn’t need money, I knew
how to get by without it. I could always fight again if I had to, or just live
off the land as a wolf – a full wolf’s belly was just as good as a full human
one.
The door unlocked, and
Vincent emerged. He was naked from the waist up, and I could see lipstick marks
on his neck like bloody bites as he walked over to the bar.
“Are you completely
sure you don’t want one of them?”
I shook my head. “I’m
fine.”
He sighed and
contemplated me, drink in hand. “You’ve got to learn how to celebrate more,
Max. How to lose control every once in a while. Otherwise everything’s going to
build up in you and someday you’ll explode.”
He set his drink down
and began making two more. “You could take her to your own room, you know,” he
said, as I stood to help him carry the other drinks back. He smelled so good,
the scent I’d become accustomed to while living with him, his musk and a hint
of his aftershave. The stripper was right to have kissed his neck, if our
situations were reversed I would have started there too and then gone lower,
fast --
Vincent looked at me
as though I’d been considering his offer. I quickly shook my head again. “Not
tonight. Thank you.”
“Your loss, Max,” he
said, his voice quiet, putting his drink inside the bedroom, and then taking
the other two from me quickly, and closing the door.
I went back to my vigil
on the couch, listening to them fuck, trying to ignore my erection.
Twenty minutes later I
stood up. I was going to go take a shower and jerk off with the remnants of my
dignity – that way I’d be done and dry before the strippers needed rides.
The bathroom smelled
like him, which didn’t help. His shaving cream, his cologne. I pulled my shirt
off and put it beside the sink. In the mirror I could see down to my hips. So
many scars I’d gotten, fighting other weres. A full set of wolf-teeth marked my
arm, and five gouges streaked across my stomach, where Syd had been half a
pound of pressure away from disemboweling me.
Other weres hadn’t come of age
and sometimes looked for dicks to suck. What I was was an aberration – no
matter how many of the older pack members had furtively fucked me, before I was
kicked out. I had to abide by their rules still – but none of them could stand
to be around me.
Which left me to take care of
myself. Like always. I rested one hand on the belt of my pants and was reaching
the other one down to cup my balls when I heard the distinctive sound of a gun being
unholstered in the hallway outside. I had one second to dive to the ground before
they shot the handle off the front door.
The women screamed and
I prayed that the alcohol had made Vincent slow, as one of the men outside walked
in. I waited
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