The Wolf

The Pack

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The car slowed down and the speed difference woke me up from my slumber.

Surprised, I realized that it was already dark outside and I had no idea where we were.

A big hand squeezed around my thigh when the car stopped "lay low, it won't take long."

I yawned loudly and stretched my arms before I nodded tiredly and leaned with my cheek against the worn seat fabric "I don't intend to move an inch."

He reached for the back seat and pulled out his jacket, dug into its pockets before laying it over me like a blanket.

"If you die, I'll revive you" I grinned and pulled the jacket tighter around my shoulders.

"Thanks," he muttered sarcastically, slamming the car door shut.

I carefully glanced out over the dashboard and saw a bunch of silhouettes in the dark.

It took no genius to understand they knew each other, but I also noticed how tense he was. And it scared me.

After a few glances at the car, I realized why, how the hell did they know I was sitting here?

I sighed and curled up even more underneath the jacket. Damn Belmont, they are predators just like you, I sighed at myself and my ignorance and because of the fact that I never really asked him about wolf stuff.

Fuck, why did he even let me go with him?

I strained my ears to hear what they were saying, quite rude but I was getting worried for my life.

I had no idea how pack rules worked, if the leader was the Anthony type, he could easily demand that we stoped what we had barely even started.

The question was whether Conor was the type who obeyed Alfa's orders.

I was eager to look over the panel again but decided not to challenge fate.

But when the voices got louder and I heard the irritation and maybe the frustration in the voice that I knew so well, I couldn't help it, I had too have a peek.

Conor and the other two had approached the car, they spoke in hushed voices but his body language told me that my wolf was on the verge of furious, while the others dealt with his outbursts calmly.

One looked much older, obviously the Alfa and the other one was probably Conors age.

I recognized one of the voices from the time my wolf was lying half-dead on the street and I called the first number I'd found on his phone.

The younger one placed a soothing hand on Conor's shoulder, which was immediately shaken off.

The elder made a meaningful gesture towards the car and got a loud "go to hell" in response.

Suddenly I wished I could make myself invisible and immediately crouched down in the dark.

Stay out of it Belmont, I said to myself, embedding myself in his jacket, covering my scent with his, stuffing the earphones in my ears and putting on my favorite song before closing my eyes again.

This is his territory, you are just a visitor, who is hardly welcome here, I told myself.

After a few deep breaths, my nerves calmed and I even rocked to the beat of the music when the car door opened and slammed shut so hard that I thought the car would c***k in the middle.

In a panic, I opened my eyes and sat up straight in the seat. I pulled the buds out of my ears and looked around wildly.

"Go back to sleep" he muttered and started the engine, and to my surprise he did not reverse down the road, but drove straight through the crowd before making a U-turn that took us back home.

"You're not even trying to be discreet ..." I mumbled, avoiding their curious eyes the best I could.

"No point, your scent is all over me."

"How inconvenient," I muttered, rolling my eyes, "but I hardly forced you."

He put in a higher gear and accelerated onto a major road.

I studied his face, which was lit up in an orange glow by each lamp that dangled across the highway. He stared focused on the road and his hands hugged the steering wheel so hard his knuckles was turning white.

With a sigh, I leaned against the seat again and pulled the jacket up to my chin.

He probably needed a minute or two to calm down.

My eyes moved to the road, lit by the headlights and it struck me that it had been a really long time since my last road trip. I enjoyed the sound of the engine, the rocking motion and the feeling of leaving things behind.

The eyelids became heavier and I was almost about to fall asleep again when I feel a hand searching under the jacket, and then fingers braiding with mine.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave for that desert island?" I grinned but only got an eye roll in response, and a glimpse of a smile.

Thirty minutes later the car stopped outside my apartment building.

We sat quietly for a while, our palms were sticky with sweat, my fingers were still intertwined with his, but the closeness was replaced by a stiff insecurity.

What happens now?

"I get it if I don't hear from you for a while ..." I started cautiously and gave him a quick look, but was only met by the curls that fell down his back. Conor sat looking out the side window.

"It's up to you," he replied with an almost non-existent shrug.

The words gave more questions than answers and I chewed my lower lip a few times.

"So it's fine if I call sometimes?" I mumbled before I realised that I sounded like an awkward teenager trying to invite him for cuddles after the autumn ball.

Embarrassed, I looked out my own window at the apartment. It looked so miserably empty.

Suddenly the driver's seat is pushed back and the hand that is still holding mine urges me in his direction.

He doesn't have to ask a second time, f**k he doesn't even have to open his mouth before I straddle him.

My heart rate increases when his hands moves inside my shirt. Every movement tells me he's impatient and the frustration increases when I fuss off a sneaker that falls to the floor with a thump. It doesn't take long before we both struggle with buttons and zippers trying to get rid of our jeans with fast, jerky movements.

Fingers move along my waist and the elastic on my boxers are pulled down.

I barely have time to react before he pushes himself inside me and the sudden pain makes me dig my teeth straight into his shoulder.

He roars louder than a lion and grabs my hair to get my teeth out of his skin,

"Fuck.. you little leech, what the hell did I tell you, no f*****g teeth!"

"Then f*****g calm down" I gasped and tried to relax and ignore the sweet taste of blood before I moved my hips tentatively over him a few times.

The hand in the hair immediately released its grip and wandered down until his arms pulled my upper body towards his in a firm embrace, he rested his head in the pit of my neck and hid his face in my hair.

“I’m sorry” he whispered with an unusually rasp voice.

I smiled a little as I accepted the apology and let my lips move gently over his warm skin "so eager" I muttered and ignored the burning sensation inside me as our hips started to move towards each other at a steady pace.

I could feel him hesitate and I decide to kiss the bad conscience away, I wanted him to stop thinking about all our problems that was probably raging behind those serious eyes.

Pain was replaced by sweet lust and the car was soon filled with the low moans and heavy breaths, the uncertain mood disappeared as the windows fogged.

Our bodies where pressed against each other, for a moment we didn’t give a f**k about what others thought, a vampire and a wolf, history told us to hate each other. But who cares about prejudice and crap like that? He was everything I wanted right then and there.

Conor's fingers gripped my hips, he guided my movements and I tilt my head back so that my whole neck was exposed.

I couldn’t help but lean forward to taste his living skin, without teeth, and inhale its scent, hearing that heartbeat. The pulsating artery was frustratingly inviting but I immediately dismissed the thought.

Two more trusts and I collapsed like a rag doll over him, I was emptied all over his stomach, panting and unwilling to move.

The steering wheel digging into my back, my legs shook from exhaustion, but I was completely satisfied and back in my pink shimmering fantasyland.

"I hope, for your own good, that wasn't a good bye fuck."

His chest bobbed underneath me and a pair of lips kissed my neck before ha calmly stated with his mouth close to my ear, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," I whispered, closing my arms tighter around his neck, "neither am I."