Fated Mates: The Beta

Josh: Chapter Six

Josh

I got out of there like a bat out of hell. My hands were shaking and Loki was howling and growling like crazy, wanting me to get back there and get our mate.

But didn't he see that that was the last thing we needed? I grit my teeth as I raced out of the city as fast as I could. I needed to get as far away as I possibly could. Every cell in my body ached to go back and let her hold our head in her lap again.

Her smell was still stuck deep inside my nostrils and I knew that I couldn't think about it. I needed to just go. I needed to breathe some air that didn't have her in it.

Human. My mate was a damn human. I glared at the dark road ahead of me, pushing my truck to its limit. The engine roared loudly, complaining, but I couldn't let up. If I did, I'd turn my ass around and go back to that bar and carry her out of there caveman style by her beautiful fire red hair.

I groaned at the thought of pulling her hair and slammed my hands on the steering wheel angrily. My breathing was still erratic, but this time it was because I got f*cked. I got screwed by the Goddess one hundred and ten percent. There was no doubt about it.

All these years, waiting for a cute she-wolf to appear before me and I got reamed in the ass by a tiny, human woman. A gorgeous, curvy, delicious smelling human woman.

I had the gas pushed all the way to the floor and when I made it to the small gast station in between the pack and Atlanta, I stopped.

I sat in my truck and thought of those amber eyes. I thought of her heart shaped lips and her long hair. I didn't even get to look at her too long before I left. I cursed at myself and grabbed my steering wheel and damn near tore it off.

I yelled in the truck as loudly as I could and slammed my hands on the damn wheel.

As if I didn't have enough to deal with, with Jocelyn almost killing herself, now this.

And her smell. Her delicous smell felt like it was embedded around me. I ripped the door open and pulled my shirt off and threw it in the bed of the truck. I walked into the store and straight into the small bathroom and soaked my hair, trying to get her smell out of my system.

As soon as I finished washing my hair, I went to the front, ignoring the woman at the counter ogling my chest and paid for gas, then went back out to the truck.

I sniffed in the cab of the truck and could still smell the coconut pineapple scent of my mate. F*ck!

I grit my teeth and pulled at my hair. This really couldn't be happening. This had to be some sort of sick nightmare. I pumped my gas and then walked around the parking lot for a little bit, fighting my every urge to go back. I wanted to. I wanted to so f*cking bad I could barely see straight. Except I knew it wasn't the alcohol.

No this was a more potent drug. It was the mate calling. And I couldn't even answer it. All because she was a human.

After a half an hour, I climbed back in my truck and got back in the road. I stared straight ahead and tried to think of any which way that this would be possible. Any way that I could have her, I would take it.

Only, I couldn't tell anyone. Because it was forbidden. I mean, I knew there were such pairings, it wasn't unheard of, but I never thought to listen to what happened to those. It was always the, it won't happen to me, type of deal with me.

Now I was regretting not listening to that sh*t. Elena would know. She was such a nerd for this mating sh*t, I was sure she'd have a notebook full of information. But...I couldn't tell her. She's the Luna of our pack and was nosey as hell and would tell Matt and he would probably forbid me from seeing her.

Sh*t. was I thinking of seeing her again? No. I couldn't. Not even if I wanted to. I left before I even knew anything about her. Well, except that her name is Penelope and she's a nurse.

I snorted. Yeah, like that would help. There were hundreds of clinics and hospitals in Atlanta. It would be like trying to find a need in a haystack.

A small part of my brain already began mapping out the area close to the bar, figuring out if there were any clinics or hospitals nearby. Or what if she traveled? She had a gift bag in her hands when she walked in, so maybe she came just for a party and she didn't even live in Atlanta?

Unconsciously I began slowing down, thinking about turning around right now to go back. If I lost her...I thought back to when Jocelyn was struggling with scenting her mate and then not finding him. How she stopped eating and started losing her vision and how she all but stopped interacting with people.

I grit my teeth and felt like I was going to be sick. At this point, Loki was quiet now, letting me spiral because I deserved it. Because he was angry at me for leaving her behind.

As I got closer to the pack, I began loosening my grip on the wheel. I could feel myself beginning to relax, but only because I'd have to be crazy to turn around now. And by now, she was probably already back home or in a hotel. Or maybe even just gone.

I pulled up to the packhouse and found myself sitting in my truck, bathing in her left over scent. It was all but gone now and I wondered idly if my shirt was still in the back so I could sniff it like a damn weirdo.

I began regretting washing her scent away, but I knew it was for the best. She was a forbidden fruit and at this point I was in no position to pick that juicy ripe fruit.

I got out of the truck and glanced back in the truck bed, irritated when I didn't see my shirt. My breath puffed out in front of me, but the cold wasn't affecting me. My blood was running hot right now.

I growled as I made my way inside, taking my phone out of my pocket. I needed to get her out of my head. I needed to forget her.

"Hello?" Priscilla's voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard right about now but I took a deep breath.

"Come over."

"Right now?"

"Yes."

"It's two thirty in the morning, Josh. I have work."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Priscilla, I didn't ask you. I'm telling you, get your ass here now."

She giggled. "Mmm...I love it when you get bossy! I'm on my way."

I took a deep breath and made it to my room. I sat on my bed and stared down at the floor, my knee bouncing anxiously as I waited.

There was a soft knock on my door and I furrowed my eyebrows. That was fast. I opened the door and almost groaned at the sight of Wes standing in my doorway. Not now. Jeez.

"Hey, how's Jocelyn?"

"Wes, I...can we talk later? I have Priss coming over."

Wes scowled at me and shook his head. "It's just a question. Answer it and I'll leave you alone."

I sigh and close my eyes. "She's fine. I mean, she's struggling. She needed some time for herself, but she's not hurt or anything."

Wes furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to ask something else but behind him I saw Priscilla approaching, so I shook my head at him.

"Look, Wes, if you want to know more about her, come to breakfast with us in the morning."

His eyes widened. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Go to bed, be up by six thirty."

A grin spread over his sullen face and he nodded excitedly and walked off, seeming satisfied now that he knew he would be seeing her.

When Priscilla approached, she grinned at me. What I used to think was a beautiful smile now dimmed to what I knew was perfection.

I grit my teeth and held my door open for her. She scooted past me and as she did, I caught a whiff of her scent. Where before, if would make my mouth water because I knew I was in for a treat, now made my stomach curdle.

I shut my bedroom door and looked at her perched on the edge of my bed, her coat now open revealing a tiny crop top tube shirt covering her giant chest.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not the way she was moving her hand down her stomach and over the front of her pants. Not the way she was licking her lips and mewling. Everything that used to turn me on about her now just disgusted me. Like not just ew, but like actually made me feel like vomiting.

I walked towards her, trying to push past those feelings. I wrapped my hand around her throat and watched her pupils dilate with lust as I gave her a small squeeze.

"Ooh! You're extra angry today. Who do I have to thank for that?"

I grit my teeth and moved down to kiss her, just to shut her up. Within our lips touching, every hair on my body stood on end with disgust. I could feel my stomach burn with acid and I pulled away from her, clearing my throat.

"Sorry, give me a second." I straightened up and walked around my bedroom, wondering what in the f*ck was wrong with me. Priscilla stood up and stood in front of me, her eyes searching my face as she laid her hands on my chest.

She shimmied out of her coat,then pulled her flimsy little shirt off, exposing her beautiful chest. And yes, despite feeling like I was going to hurl, I still thought it was a masterpiece work of art.

I focused on those as she moved closer to me, moving her hands over my chest and then stomach. Even her touch didn't feel the same.

I closed my eyes and for a split second, while she was touching me, I thought of my human. I thought of her heart shaped lips and the way she smelled and bit my lip as I felt the disgust dissappate.

I imagined it was her small hands gripping me and tugging me out of my pants and her mouth moving over the crown of my c*ck.

I was ashamed to say that that was the only way I was able to f*ck Priscilla that night. With every move she made, every touch, every kiss, I imagined it being my sexy little, red headed siren and that was the only way my body would stay hard. It was the only way. Every now and then I'd open my eyes and look at Priscilla and my b*ner would start to deflate, so I'd have to close my eyes. I had to think of her coconut scent and pretend that it was her.

And I don't think it was lost on Priscilla. I never touched her. I let her touch me, but I couldn't fathom putting my hands on her. She was the one who made all of the contact that night. I just closed my eyes and had to work overtime with my imagination to make it all happen.

"What happened tonight?" She asked me after we were through. The smell of s*x was heavy in the room and even now, made me sick to my stomach.

"What do you mean?"

"You laid there like a dead fish. I did all of the work."

"Tired. Had a long day."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "So next time just wank off. It would have been a hell of a lot faster than making you c*m tonight. I mean, you weren't even as hard as usual. Rocking a semi kind of sucked and you didn't even wait for me to finish."

I felt my face burn and I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Priss. It's just been a long day."

She pursed her lips and nodded. She was fully dressed now and I was grateful for it.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll feel good enough to finish me off?"

I stifled a groan and shrugged. "I don't know what the schedule is like tomorrow. I'll get back to you."

In my head Loki was growling out a loud HELL NO!

Priscilla just gave me a small hug and left. When she did, I felt a mixture of feelings. Relief for one, then angry and regretful and guilty. I ran my hand through my hair and shook my head.

The whole f*cking her out of my system was a complete bust, seeing as she was all I thought about the whole time.

I just needed to sleep it off and start planning tomorrow. Maybe a good few hours of sleep would help my brain function and I could look into the human/wolf mating thing a little more closely.