Evelyn and Aria

Evelyn got up from his king size bed, still entirely naked, leaving the girl he had just f****d to sleep alone. He was the Alpha of the Silverclaw pack, 6’2 of pure muscle, tan skin and chiseled jawline. And she, well, she wasn’t anything except for his current toy. Despite wolfs being able to find their mate once they reached the age of 18, the 28 year old Alpha still had not found his match, nor was he in any particular hurry to. He’d seen what it has done to his pack mates. They had all turned to cute little puppy dogs, whose only concern was keeping their mate happy the second they had met them. And he had much better things to do. Besides, his status combined with his looks didn’t make it difficult for him to attract girls to fool around with, and that was more than enough to keep him satiated. He meandered over to his bathroom, to which he locked the door behind himself. He had avoided the pillowtalk with the girl currently passed out in his bed, it wasn’t for her to show up as he cleaned himself up. He turned on the shower, letting the steaming hot water run as he leaned himself over the sink and looked himself in the mirror. His grey eyes looked back at him as he passed his hand through his short hair. He looked tired. s**t. This wasn’t what he needed right now. He had to attend the first meeting with the Moonbloom pack in an hour, and what he did need was to look positively powerful. Showing the slightest bit of weakness was not something he could afford. He avoided showing any sign of weakness at the best of times, but when meeting another pack and their Alpha for negotiations, hell, that was a whole different ball game. He stepped into the shower, letting the scorching hot water pour over his body. The sting from the heat felt rejuvenating, and he lathered the soap up and down his body to rid him of the scent of she-wolf that was lingering on his skin. As much as his pack knew his tendency to play with girls as though they were his personal toys, that wasn’t the first impression he was trying to give Alpha Gabriel, leader of the Moonbloom pack. Alpha Gabriel, as most pack leaders, was in his mid-forties. Evelyn was one of the youngest alphas around, his father – the previous Alpha - having passed away from a pack feud back when he was thirteen. That made his job all the more difficult, and was part of the reason why showing weakness was a no-go – he already had to show that he was powerful and a force to be reckoned with, despite being far younger than his counterparts. As he continued cleaning himself methodically, Evelyn mentally went through the information his Beta had provided about the meeting he had to attend. Alpha Gabriel was visiting with a small delegation from his pack. They needed to discuss the multiple attacks from rogues on other packs. The aim was to secure an alliance, that would force the rogues to think twice about attacking either of their packs, granting them both some extra security. Considering the natural animosity that ran in between packs, this was easier said than done. Evelyn turned the water off, stepping out of the shower and grabbing his towel off the rack to rub it over his wet hair. He then tied it off at his waist, not caring much about the water droplets still hanging on his upper body. Wolfs ran a high temperature anyway, so they would dry out on their own soon enough. He opened the door and walked back into his bedroom. And crap. There was what’s-her-name sitting in his bed, looking at him walk out of his bathroom intently with a smile on her lips. He’d almost forgotten about her. He stalled as he noticed her, and she slipped out of bed to come stand in front of him. “You look nervous Evelyn… Anything I can do to help?” she cooed, her fingers reaching for his towel. “No. You can leave. I have a meeting to attend.” he replied coldly. He hadn’t moved though, and her fingers were still toying with the edge of his towel. “Oh come on now, you still have some time… Besides, your d**k disagrees.” she answered with a devious smile, tugging at the towel that dropped to the floor, revealing his erection. f**k. His body betraying him wasn’t something he was banking on. The girl, who’s name he could not remember for the life of him, kneeled in front of him, studying his c**k. Before he had a chance to react, she tentatively ran her tongue from the base to the head of his d**k, strengthening his hard on some more. She was looking up at him with the sluttiest look she could muster as she took the head of his c**k in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. Welp, there went his efforts to wash her scent away from his skin. At this point, he may as well play with her one last time before leaving for the meeting, he still had more than enough time. Evelyn’s hands reached for the girl’s brown hair, pulling it tightly in his fist and dragging her face away from his d**k. “Open up.” he said with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. And so she did. Such a good little slut. He held her hair tight as he rammed his d**k into her mouth, f*****g her face aggressively, with no regard for her comfort. “Look at me.” he growled. And again, she did. She looked at him teary eyed and submissive, as he used her to satisfy himself. That he liked. He thrust harder, and he could feel his orgasm, fueled by pure lust and domination, build up inside of him. He came in her throat, holding her head as she struggled, releasing ropes of c*m into her. Once he was satisfied, he let go of her, and she crumpled to a heaving pile onto the ground. Evelyn turned around and grabbed his clothes from his closet, before throwing them on and leaving for the meeting without a backward glance.