DANCING WITH LYCANS

CHAPTER 10: TROY'S POV

Troy's POV

The day has finally arrived where I get to meet my mate.

My alarm goes off on my phone, and I tap to turn it off.

Laying on my back, stretching out with a tooth flashing grin on my face; the thoughts of seeing my mate turn my already morning wood into overdrive.

Pulsating and dripping pre-cvm.

My hunger for my mate has me feeling insatiable. No matter how many times I spill my load, I want more. I want - her.

Oh God, do I want her. I started to stroke myself, and I groaned. Reaching for my phone, I dial my relief.

"Good morning, Alpha S3xy." She answers.

"You know why I'm calling." I say with a groggy rasp in my voice.

"Breakfast in bed as usual?" I can hear her smiling through the phone. "You know my preferred room service." I say, enjoying the playful banter.

"Mm, you sound hungry this morning." She says with a s3xy moan. "Starving." I say, pressing the end call button. I grow tired of entertaining this form of forepl^y, my 3rection growing painfully stiff with each passing second.

I should probably find a few more whor3s to satisfy my growing needs until my mate allows me inside of her. I groan in pain as I throb thinking of the ecstacy to come.

The last girl I fvcked was bedridden for two days. She screamed my name over and over until I decided I had my fill of her, leaving her legs rendered useless and numb. The feeling returned, though, and she wanted more, of course; but not every woman can handle me.

My parents are fully in love and can't keep their hands off of each other even in their old age, claiming that the mate bond gives a feeling unlike the touch I would receive from any other.

Don't get me wrong, the experiences I've had already have been pretty fvcking amazing.

But the way the others describe the mate bond, it sounds like a drug, and I can't wait to feel the highs from her touch. I'm addicted already.

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My father and I arrive early, call us impatient, but we want to make a good first impression.

My father and I have had the chance of interacting with Beta Devon, so we feel like we can play on our upper hand.

Standing in, socializing, and shaking hands with the other important men and women from neighboring packs in our territory make me proud to rule alongside them one day.

And then they arrive..

Prince Charming and his narcissistic father.

Fashionably late.

My lycan is stirring beneath my skin. He is absolutely furious that he has to share his predestined mate with another. A low growl emanates from my chest, and I scowl looking their way.

He senses my fury and looks at me with a smile, happy to get such a rise out of me.

That fvcker. He will regret ever trying to lay claim to my woman. She's mine. She better not entertain him, I'll be sure he doesn't see the light of day once I make her mine.

Sure, he may have a better education than I do, but that's only because he spends so much time on his studies; trying to avoid his dysfunctional family. Tsk. I've been physically training to be alpha since I was young, and though he is strong, he doesn't have the support from his family as I do.

I'm grateful for the love and encouragement that my parents have poured into me over the years. What woman wants to have fake in-laws that will make her life hell? A rhetorical question. I shake my head.

My wolf stirs, "Mate! She's here!" Mm and she smells heavenly. My wide eyes fixate on the door. It's taking every bit of my self-control to stay in place as she nears.

Anxiety fills my chest, causing it to tighten and constrict at the sight of her; once Beta Devon's large figure no longer blocks my view. I wish I had a delete button to make anything obstructing my view of her to disappear.

My lycan, Ragnar, whimpers as I hold him back. "We must follow the rules if we are to win her heart, Ragnar, don't be hasty." I say to my lycan. "Don't patronize me! We need her like we need oxygen." He replies. I sigh internally, yet agreeing with my lycan. I can definitely feel the pull between us.

I get called to stand, and having to be so close to Phoenix causes my blood pressure to rise.

I want her so badly. Why must I participate in such preposterous games. SHE'S MINE!

My eyes focused on the prize, and our fathers were called to lead the meeting.

Of course, that ^sshole is using his aura to make my father stand down, allowing them the first chance to speak with MY luna. Tsk. "Be patient, Troy, you may not be the first; but you will be her last." He winks at me and smiles. Lightening my mood, I smiled back and breathed out the tension that was building inside my chest.

Hah! She corrected him. Obviously, she is not entertaining a bond with him at all. So long, loverboy! It's my turn, and holy h3ll her assets are filling out her outfit nicely!

Eyes on hers. Eyes on hers. I repeat to myself, letting my father do his thing until it's time for me to speak.

I stand tall and proud, flashing my best smile, which usually causes the women around me to puddle.

"It's an honor to be in your presence, Angelica. Thank you for allowing this meeting to happen, Beta Devon. I've been waiting almost impatiently to meet my future luna. Now that I've laid eyes on her, it'll be hard to let her out of my sights." I let out a deep chuckle that rumbles from my chest, my lycan content with me showing them respect.

"Unfortunately, we must be wary of the rules, young alpha. She will turn 18 soon, and then you will have the chance to win her heart." Her father says.

Good things come to those who wait, I'm going to need another release when this meeting comes to an end. "Yes." I sigh.

My eyes hit the floor with disappointment. Oh well, one last lingering look at my mate so I can imagine her while I'm fvcking Chelsea's brain out later. I smile.

"Until then, beautiful." I nod my head to her and then again to my father, signaling it's time to take our leave.

I have a raging b0ner to tame.

Fvck me.