The Cursed Shifters - Mateless

Cal

***The last paragraph contains light s****l content and implication of the act.***

The group stepped into the dining room expecting everyone to be seated for dinner, but they were wrong, members from both packs milled about exchanging pleasantries with cocktails in hand. Shiloh realized there was no food out and the buffet tables were gone, Alpha Terry must have arranged a sit-down affair with servers for this. The eyes of both packs were on the group as they made their way into room, Shiloh could feel they eyes of the males running over the lace panels of her gown and bit back a growl at the brazen behavior. The women wee whispering about their attire, nowhere in the room could gowns like theirs be found and the jealousy was obvious. Dre and Michael didn’t take not of the whispers or stairs, even though they were the cause of a lot of them as well. They dispersed, each taking a fourth of the room to observe.

                                Bex looked uncomfortable over in her section, surrounded by people she didn’t know. She hated these assignments that forced her to interact with people and usually opted for be being quiet while others talked, problem tonight was they wanted to talk to her, asking questions about her dress, hair, and makeup.  “My best friend Shiloh designed it.” She answered pointing to Shiloh across the room.

                                “Well, what about hers? Who designed her dress?” The boldest one in the group of women snarked. Bex heard the tone and did not like it at all. She ran her eyes the length of the woman, one brow c****d and locked eyes with her.

                                “You really think you could pull that off?” Glacial, every ounce of awkward anti-social vanished and claws were out. “Her dress was a collaboration between her and the seamstress, and honey, you couldn’t wear it in a million years.” Bex, turned and strode away, leaving the women gaping after her. Shiloh felt pride watching the exchange, before they become friends Bex wouldn’t have handled that situation that way at all.  

                                The sound of a fork tapping glass rang softly through the room and everyone turned to face the dais. Alpha Terry stood on it, straight backed and proud but not remotely imposing. “May I present my chosen mate and future Luna of the Blood Crescent pack,” He gestured down the middle of the room and people parted, opening a path with a girl in her early twenties standing at the end. “Vanessa of the Blue Moon pack.” Light clapping followed the announcement, and the new Luna began her walk through the parted crowd.

                                Shiloh was not impressed, the self-satisfied smug look on the brunette’s face told Shiloh that she knew she was not mating a real Alpha and had every intention of running the pack with him as a front. She had to give her credit though, she looked good, not jaw dropping like Bex in her custom gown but good. Vanessa had her brown hair wrapped and coiled in a prom hairstyle with little gold stars scattered throughout it, her makeup was simple, probably meant to convince you that she was bare faced, but Shiloh could tell where the contour was, her mermaid cut dress framed her full figure almost too tightly and the gold of it made her brown eyes pop. Shiloh could see why Terry had chosen her, she was nice to look at and he probably did believe she was vain and spoiled but Shiloh could read the intent behind her eyes. As Vanessa got closer to where Shiloh stood, she sunk back into the crowd, out of sight. Once Vanessa was on the dais with Terry, he announced for everyone to find their seats for dinner, pulling out a chair at the table on the dais for Vanessa.

                                Shiloh chose the seat that offered the best vantage point for watching Vanessa while the rest of her team spread out to watch the room. The dinner was a lovely four course meal with two options per course, from the first bite of tomato basil bisque Shiloh knew cook had outdone herself this time, the salad had just been a salad, but the soup was heaven. Main course options were steak or chicken parmesan, and Shiloh almost couldn’t choose, but as the medium rare steak drowning in cowboy butter melted in her mouth, she knew she had chosen correctly. Eating like a lady was a challenge and not one she enjoyed.  Plates cleared and the dessert cart rolled in, Shiloh swore she could hear Bex bouncing around in her seat over the sweets, Shiloh about did the same with the scent of hot fudge hit her and she realized there were lava cakes with ice cream on the cart. Dre popped into her head, “If Vareese finds out about your weakness for hot fudge we are all doomed.” Shiloh growled down the mental link in response and returned to savoring the rich warm chocolate.

                                Dinner done; the plates were cleared before anyone even left the tables and soon the tables and chairs were cleared as well. Someone dimmed the main lights letting the twinkle lights hung around the room illuminate everything. The effect was romantic, fitting for an engagement party, until the music came on and Shiloh was promptly reminded of how young the future Luna was. Club hits rang out from the well-hidden sound system around the room. Older pack members left the dining room turned dance floor and headed to the rec room. “Michael, go with the ones leaving.” Shiloh sent down the link. “Bex, I think our sophista-ratchet is being summoned, you ready to dance?”

                                “I need more to drink before all that.” Bex sent back as she headed for an omega carrying a tray of drinks. She downed three drinks like shots, that much that fast would make her pleasantly tingly and perhaps be enough to rein in her introvert tendencies. “Ok, I’m good.” Shiloh laughed lightly through the link, they spread out on the floor to dance and mingle, keeping an eye on everyone.

                                Shiloh could see Alpha Terry around the shoulder of one of the men dancing “with” her, he was headed her way with Vanessa in tow. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and she mentally linked him. “What is it, Terry?” Shiloh had no desire to deal with his prissy new wife right now, despite listening to everything going on around her to monitor for fights or threats, she was having fun.

                                “I thought you would want to meet Vanessa.”

                                “Not right now Terry, I am enjoying myself and I can assure you I won’t like her. I already don’t.” Shiloh could see him change direction slightly, taking Vanessa to a different pack member for introduction like it was his intention all along.

                                The night continued on without issue until midnight, the beta from Blue Moon spotted Shiloh dancing and approached her. Shiloh rolled her eyes to herself, spinning with the music so he wouldn’t see. He was attractive, tall and muscular with hazel eyes that held green and gold, but he seemed just as full of himself as Vanessa, he knew what he looked like. “Hey gorgeous, can I dance with you?” A smirk with one eyebrow raised, Shiloh made a show of looking him from head to toe before she nodded once briskly. A self-satisfied grin spread across his face as he came up behind her and took her hips in his hands. A few songs later Shiloh had to admit that he could keep up with her on the floor, it was truly shocking. Motioning that she was going to get a drink Shiloh walked off to where a tray of drinks was making its way through the crowd, he followed. Snatching a drink off the tray Shiloh continued moving until she reached the open doors to the balcony and the night air, she leaned on the railing, arms folded over it, drink in hand and felt a large hand slide down her back. “I’m Cal, current Beta to the Blue Moon pack.” Oh, it was to be introductions now that his hands had roamed most of her.

                                “Shiloh.”

                                “I’ve never seen anyone dance like you, it’s amazing, pretty sure I’m soaked in sweat.” He was, he had ditched the suit jacket earlier in the night and the white dress shirt was almost see through as it clung to his chest. Leaning over the rail to look Shiloh in the face he spoke again. “You’re a tough one aren’t you.” Shiloh laughed.

                                “Oh, honey you have no idea.” Pausing she downed her glass. “Let me ask you something, Vanessa is next in line to be Alpha of your pack but instead her mother is running the pack and she’s taking a Luna position. Why?” His face was transparent, she could see him work through the idea that these weren’t questions she should be asking then the dismissal as he decided she was just jealous that she wasn’t going to be Luna.

                                “She isn’t an Alpha for one, for two our pack is too small and doesn’t have the training to defend ourselves, we need the merge to keep our people safe.”

                                “Hmmm, she is the only child of the last Alpha but isn’t an alpha?”

                                “No, female Alpha’s are beyond rare, which I am sure you know. We need an Alpha; Luna Marie does her best but doesn’t have the strength of an Alpha to protect us.”

                                Dua Lipa’s Hotter than Hell came drifting out the open doors and Shiloh mouthed along with the words, she could feel Cal’s eyes on her lips, watching every moved, her hips began to sway along with the beat, just a bit and he looked back over his shoulder at her rear swaying with the movement. The party inside was winding down, most of the guests had left to find beds, only a few teens remained dancing so no one had even noticed them out on the balcony. Shiloh turned around and braced her elbows on the rail leaning back into it, still swaying her hips and silently singing along with the song like she was oblivious to Cal’s attention and the ravenous look creeping into his eyes. She saw it when his restraint snapped, he growled low in his throat and within a blink was in front of her, hands locked to the railing on either side of her. She decided to play with fire and gave him a cocky little smirk before biting her lower lip slightly. Cal growled again and closed his arms around her crushing her to his firm body and bringing his lips crashing down to hers. She twined her arms around his neck and buried a hand in his hair, pulling it as she bit and tugged his lip, growling again he hoisted her up around his waist, her legs locked her onto him, his hand cupping her round cheeks beneath the dress. Their lips crashed together again, and his tongue pierced between her parted lips, she nipped at it as she had his lower lip before tangling her tongue with his. He moved them to the side of the balcony, out of sight and in shadow. The high slit in Shiloh’s dress had every bit of her legs and rear exposed and her thin lacy panties weren’t covering much either, Cal noticed when he pulled back from her lips to take a breath and let his eyes roam her body. His breath hitched and he growled again, Shiloh took the invitation and removed one hand from his neck to undo his belt, the hunger she saw in his eyes she could feel in hers.

                                Cal took her in as she pulled his belt free and undid the button at the top of his pants, her eyes were feral hunger that he was proud to stay he had stirred but that smirk on her face… It promised to eat him alive, like she was far more then the girl he was seeing. The thought was fleeting as she took him in her hand and began slow torturous motions. He may be playing with fire but if he was, he would burn alive and not care. Pulling his left hand from her rear, he buried in her hair tightly and forced her mouth back to his.