Breaking the Rules

At what age do you consider yourself fully grown? 21 22 maybe How about dammit 23? So where do you draw the line for making foolish decisions like drinking and driving or saying yes to a party with your friends, knowing you've got an assignment the next morning? And yet still convince yourself, that you'll get back in, level headed and sober and get it all done without losing much sleep? Don't sell yourself short, we all do it. But there is that age, the one that tells us we're grown and "childish behaviours" are "beneath" us. Obviously I haven't figure it out yet. It's not twenty three, trust me. It just takes a bottle maybe or two before that rationality we all talk about goes out the back door. You do stupid things when your drunk because the alcohol in the blood affects the section of the brain that deal with rational thoughts, behaviour and emotion. The frontal cortex or lobe, the part that tells you "hey i***t a car is coming get out the road!" It also affects the medulla, which deals with heart beats, breathing and how could I forget the hippocampus that stores memory. Or rather the lack of memory which is eroded by the night drug. But that wasn't how my stupid decision started. It wasn't a drive into Las Vegas either, the "Sin City" to have a wild weekend and it wasn't the one night I went out with my friends and took a dare. No. I wasn't even drunk either, perfectly sober, well in control of my actions and reactions. My trigger, the stupid trigger was my absolutely morbid ex who claimed I was worth nothing, would be nothing and in the end, would never be the type of woman a guy would enjoy. This coming from a guy who couldn't even get into law school. If I sound bitchy I'm sorry, but I can say it now since we aren't together anymore, I was supportive of him then but if you could hit so low below the belt over small trivialities then it proves he wasn't the right guy afterall. He was upset because he claimed I wasn't adventurous sexually. Seriously? When are people gonna realise we aren't all or like Anastasia? Never? Well I set out to prove him wrong. Kinda, sorta. Okay damn, it just happened. I waitered at a small restaurant on Montana street, it was good enough to off set my other expenses that my monthly allowance from my family could not. In truth maybe I didn't need the job, but I always liked being independent anyhow. I overheard two men inviting a friend of mine to a club called Dark Alphas. At first thought I knew it was a bad idea but when she asked me to tag along I figured it wouldn't do any harm to look. I would only look anyway. They invited her not me and I passed them about a millionth time that morning while they either ordered, stared or made conversation. They never looked at me once. But catherine. They saw catherine, couldn't take their eyes off her either. She was the broad hips and cherry lips type. They even made a joke about having their hands against her thighs. I would have slapped them over the harassment but Catherine only smiled. She got used to it by now. But Dark Alphas wasn't anything I expected, not inside and not outside. We couldn't get in without Catherine's invitation. It was like a closed sorority only it was male. All male. Everything was complete darkness, and it didn't help that all the men were in their black suits either. The dress code was black, I didn't have an entire black dress so I wore the black and red instead. Not that it mattered anyway, the only person bothered by my attire was the security outside; inside, if everyone was naked I wouldn't have guessed. When Catherine's suitors whisked her away I was left alone. I ambled through the crowd and made my way to the bar ordering a martini, best if I distracted myself until Catherine's return. Bored, my eyes wandered around trying to decipher what the club was about. There wasn't any loud music, I didn't make out strippers either but the women that were around were dressed so evocative I felt utterly out of place in my attire. Still wandering about, my eyes fell on a man on the other side of the room likewise in black, messy hair, broad shoulders and his eyes were maybe blue or grey I couldn't tell the colour from the light that had fallen around him. He held his drink in his hand, swirling it before he placed it to his mouth still watching me. I glanced away, back to my drink for a moment feeling slightly uncomfortable, rather very bare under his stare, my n*****s puckering under his intense gaze. When I looked up again he was gone. Shit. I climbed down from my seat and looked around frantically as if I'd lost a valuable treasure. He couldn't have gotten that far, but when I scanned the room, none of the other guys were him. There was only one door besides the exit and hurriedly I rushed towards it. The moment I went in I felt like I fell into a hole. I couldn't see but I knew there were walls on either side of me. Everything told me to turn back but I needed to find that man. I hadn't rationalized why and this wasn't supposed to be the action of a girl soon to be starting university in a few weeks either. My body didn't have time to react when I felt pulled into a room, strong hands against my mouth and around my waist. I trembled thinking that today, I was definitely going to die. I got kidnapped and no one knew where I was at all. Calm down, panicking now would only send you further into chaos, just scream on top your lungs when they finally let you go. That wasn't rational was it? But that's all I could hear my mind say. "Why are you following me?" I swallowed hearing the voice of a man, my hands trembled and I tried to move but I couldn't, his body laid smugly against mine and I could feel the cold of the wall against my back. His fingers fell away from my mouth and I started to breathe again "I'm lost" I whispered, half to myself and half to him, whoever he was. I could hear the erratic beating of my pulse in my ear drums as I attempted to keep my breathing under wraps. "Lost? Maybe. You're a bit young though" His warm breath fanned against my neck making my feet slightly wobbly and my stomach clench. Young for what exactly? "I'm twenty three" I replied feeling offended. "That's still a bit young for a place like this" He countered " Maybe for you" I retorted now thoroughly exhausted from having people telling me what I can and couldn't do. This mister didn't know me enough to come to that conclusion and I wasn't about to let him define me here! Wait what? I blinked back running over everything in my head. What the hell am I saying or doing here? The rational thing to do would be to plead the fifth and beg him to release me. There was a low rumble and I could tell that he laughed, something feral yet arousing, but it wasn't enough laughter for him to let me go. Great. So much for finding that man, now he could've gotten anywhere between here and Mexico. "Do you even know what we do in a place like this?" He asked. I felt his thumb slip across my lower lip and the stroke of his hands against my thighs. Sensations ran down the area where his fingers touched and I knew if I didn't figure it out then, I did now. Heat was starting to flood every area that his hand skimmed and I found myself pulling at the hem of my dress. Why the hell didn't I wear a pants? "Somewhat" I couldn't let him know I was scared or nervous. In the face of an attacker, it was best not to show fear. Though my voice might have been solid, my body wasn't. His hands made circles along my left thigh and when he pressed into my body some more, I realized how tender my n*****s had gotten. This was weird though, I found it weird because normally I didn't react this easily to touch, especially to someone I couldn't see, especially someone I didn't even know. And trust me, when it came to arousal, I was like a stalling engine.....It never works on first try. He went silent for a while before removing his weight from my body. I prayed I wasn't trapped with a psycho and that I'll be able to leave and find catherine. The light switched on and I found the stranger I had seen earlier on, across from me rather amused. I took a deep breath relieved. His eyes weren't any of the colours that I thought of before, now that we were closer I realized it was actually brown, almost hazel and his shoulder were indeed broad and he was rather tall and cleanly shaved. His perfume lingered at my nose for a while before it disappeared and I admired the figure that stood before me mercilessly, knowing that there was something different about him that commanded by body. The dashing stranger stood staring at me with a look in his eyes that made me nervous yet intrigued, the alcohol was finally settling in but I wasn't that intoxicated. I realised unlike the other men he wasn't wearing a full suit, his shirt was black as well as his pants but there wasn't a jacket and a few buttons were loosened. He was in here a while I figured, probably knew I'd come looking. A great trap if he actually wanted to kidnap me. I looked away again scanning the room coming to the realization that it was a small bedroom. Oh no. He walked towards me slowly while I eyed the door. I could explain this was a mistake right? I did say I was lost. His hand made contact with my body again and his eyes darkened scanning me. A mix of lust and feral desire. A dominating air that hung a promise I was sure I wouldn't be able to escape from even if I wanted. And I wanted. I didn't know him, but my body heated with every continuous roaming of his eyes, stripping me away, leaving me bare to him. So very bare and wet. "So what do you suggest we do since we're here then cub?" He asked a rather confident smirk on his face that forced me to roll my eyes. Wait Cub? Like an animal? Did he just call me an animal! "We could talk" I say rather casually, inching my way towards the door. He might be handsome, dearly sexy even with his obviously defined hard jawline, eyes that pulled me in like magnet and a body that promised sinful pleasures but there was still the ominous fact that this, whatever this was, was wrong. A guilty pleasure I didn't .....couldn't see myself indulged in. So maybe my ex was right. s****l adventures wasn't for me. "About which positions you prefer?" He asked his eyes pinning mine taking my breath away. I felt my face burn with fervent heat as I caught my breath, my middle moistening. Um....why is he so forward? "About something other than that yes.... " I start trying not to seem flustered by his words, but with every step he made forward I took them backward. We created our silent rhythm of push and pull, and while I knew I should run away, I couldn't. Didn't want to. I wanted to give in to the temptation that he was. To the temptation of a Greek gem that otherwise I knew wouldn't have spared me two seconds. His nose made contact with my skin and I stifled a groan when I felt his tongue against my neck. God, that felt good. No, no. Think! We need to get out of here Khristen! The trail of his tongue moved slowly, I could almost hear the fizzing sound of my cooling flesh, like little geysers, spraying steam with every release of pressure as I felt him press closer, my body tensing even more. Every fibre in me wanted to just fall into his arms and let him ravish me, take me places I knew I'd never forget. But damn this was a stranger. "You smell scared" He says, a deep raspy voice tingling against my ear, the scent of scotch lingering between us. "Are you a wolf?" I ask barely above a whisper, so breathy I could hardly recognize myself. He smirked looking into my flushed face. "And if I am?" His words force me to bite my lips staring into his magnetic eyes " Then I'm screwed" I say as we stand nose to nose, just inches away from each other. "Let me worry about the screwed part" he said as his lips came crashing down to mine and my back pressed further into the wall. His kisses were hard and demanding and when he wasn't, his hand created aches all over my skin entangling us in a lust for fulfillment I never knew I even wanted. The lights had flickered off again as we stood there exploring each other, clothes falling and rationality dying away. When he pulled my hair and got behind me, his mouth against my neck and his hand at my needy center and breasts I fought to contain my sanity. I was giving myself to a complete stranger and I didn't even know his name. Again the section of my brain commanding rationality was switched off. I hadn't even finished my glass of martini, but he'd been through a few, I tasted it on his tongue, along with getting drunk on the scent of him. My hands roamed his pecks until it glided down to the hardened spear he sported so confidently. He growled, pulling my hair back as I stroked him, his own hands invading my folding, nudging my feet further apart as he pumped in and out, before circling my throbbing center. Oh dammit, I swear, I'd become a pool on the floor as my stomach tightened, telling me of my impending orgasm. "Wait" I managed to mumbled. My mind was in scrambles and in a moment I knew the pleasure he promised was just going to be heightened. "Your name" He paused and I wasn't sure he'd answer. Maybe this was the wrong time to ask such a question but I doubted I'd remember later. "Bastian and yours?" His raspy tone quickened my pulse as I felt his breath against me. Warm, heavy, needy breaths, that made my center throb even more. Bastian's fingers wrapped around my hair while the other pressed into my stomach, forcing me to bend, my ass resting against his rod teasing my soaked center. God, I needed him! " Khristen" I replied breathlessly, my fingers taking hold of his arm as he entered me. "Is that your real name?" He was oddly patient I realized, something I wasn't accustomed to. I could hear him breathing steadily behind me while his fingers stroked my hair. Was he thinking of doing this to me the entire time he was staring? " Ye...yes" I stuttered. "You're breaking the rules Khristen. You're to never to say your real name" "I'm sorry, I don't know the rules very much" I gasped as he started thrusting. "Rule number one" he whispered. "No one should know who you are" he thrust again. "Rule number two, don't forget rule number one".