A Wolf in the City

30. Truth Serum.

Dante.

I was going to ease myself when my steps faltered as I spot the silhouette of a woman leaning against one of the filthy brick walls of the the toilet walls, she is yet to get to the ladies side. She’d probably had too much to drink. I would have been happy to leave her in peace so I do just that even though I notice a man leering at her from a few feet away. By the time I finish doing my business in the restroom, I noticed some noise coming from one of the stalls and my protective instincts kicked in.

I start to look everywhere in the restroom and soon, I get the right one, I peek in little and when I do, a woman is on the floor and the dim light from the restroom touches her face. My pulse kicks up a notch as I recognize her— Raven.

I don’t need to think twice and go straight for this i***t. The man has not noticed me yet because his gaze is concentrated on her. On the prize. The only prize he is getting tonight however is a bloody nose and probably a snapped neck should I be unable to tame my wolf that is raging right now.

When his hand closes around her wrist despite her been almost unconscious, I growl and I can not even control my wolf anymore so I shift. The anger that I feel surprises me, but the night turns into a s**t show because I take hold of the i***t’s manhood and squeeze as hard as I can, I do not want him to ever be able to use this on any woman or man ever again.

After I have left the man wimping and bloody on the floor like a p***y, I go to meet Raven and I am surprised that despite what was about to happen to her, she seems strong enough to even get up on her feet herself while still speaking some gibberish.

As I even try to hold and help her, once she sees that it is me, she shrugs my hands off.

Uh, what?

“It is fine, I can walk without your help. I am not a baby after all.” She tells me as she takes a step back but since she is light-headed at the moment, I still end up grabbing her hand.

“You keep giving me reasons to think you are one, princess.” I mumble, pissed at what had just happened and how she is not even sane enough to realize it and she glares at me.

“Stop calling me that,” she warns me, swaying again. I find myself chuckling at this and begin to lead her out, past people. And soon, we are in the car park.

“Night drive? Yay!” She squeals with excitement and I shake my head at her actions because drunk Raven sure is quite amusing.

“No, Kiki. We are going to my place first and then when you are sober, I would take you home." I explain and she mouths an oh.

It had been too dark inside the club to notice, but now I can see her face is a bit pale, her eyes glassy. Without waiting for her to say a thing, I scoop her up in my arms and she lets out a weak protest. I then carry her to my car and gently strap her in safely.

“Do you need to throw up?” I ask, shaking her a little when she does not respond anymore. That wasn’t a smart move on my part, I realize. When she looks like she isn’t going to puke, I let her be.

“I just got this car. You’re not going to throw up in here, are you?” I ask as I start the ignition. She looks like she passed out already only for her eyes to open up.

“Dante?” She calls and I look at her then back at the road, “I didn't mean to get drunk. I was thirsty for water so I grabbed a glass of what looked like one.” She tells me and I smile wondering why she is speaking like I am going to scold her or something.

However, she is not done because soon, she suddenly bursts into a peal of loud laughter, cackling loudly, it is a little bit scary, to be honest. I look at her wondering if she runs mad in her drunk state or something.

“Why on earth are you laughing like that?” I ask, confused. She then laughs even harder, close to tears even.

“I have just always wondered what s*x in a car would feel like, especially a luxurious one like this?” She says, leaving me stunned because never in a million years did I ever think that such would be part of Raven’s fantasies, much more sharing it with me so casually.

“Careful.” I tell her as I lead her into my house after I had parked safely in the compound. She is still drunk and is spewing rubbish.

I do not get why she had said that. I don’t even understand her motive for saying that. But then I realize that most humans tend to spew their wildest thoughts when drunk. She is just one of those people. But that does not mean that she has not left me to my imaginations because after hearing those words, she left me wondering how s*x in a car will be.

And while I imagine the scene, only one face keeps popping up. Hers.

It is beginning to get harder to ignore that she isn't there. It is beginning to get difficult pretending not to be enthralled by her charms.

I groan when I discover that all my thinking has only made something botch up. I have to stop thinking about her like this. It is just starting to seem way too much, even I know that.

“You are so hot!” She suddenly mumbles cutting me off my thoughts. She is standing before me having walked into the large living room.

“What?” I ask in disbelief because that just doesn’t seem like anything Raven Martinez would say to me,to herself maybe, but definitely not to me.

Tonight is sure a night of many amusements and confessions. Its as if she had been fed with a truth serum or something.

“You are hot, Dante, that is exactly what I said!” She says more quietly, locking her gaze with mine. I feel my breath seize. Then, she begins to walk towards me slowly and I wonder what she is on about. Even with a beating heart.

“You are so hot. So f*****g beautiful even though you are such a psychopath and a narcissist.” She is rambling now. She hasn't stopped walking towards me.

“You trouble me all the time. You have no idea how much.” Then she goes on to start mimicking me. “Since you know that I am a jerk, why do you keep getting so surprised with my actions, shouldn’t you have gotten used to it by now?” She says and I chuckle softly at her efforts to mimic me. It sounds so funny.

“It's not funny!” She snaps in a childish tone and I go mute, taken aback by the swift change. Then, she sighs, still walking towards me, swaying in her steps. “You never even thought of saying sorry for every mayhem you have caused for me, you just seem to enjoy tormenting me.” She says, her voice breaking a little now.

“I hate you so much, you know? I really really do and yet I can not seem to get you out of my head, it is almost as if you also torment me by riddling my thoughts with yourself.” She sighs. As she takes the final step towards me, she misses a foot and falls into my waiting arms, shrieking loudly. She lets out a shaky breath as I wrap a hand round her waist bringing her closer. Her perfume wafts into my nostrils and I heave a satisfied sigh.

“It is like there is an invisible chord that keeps us tied together.” She continues her rambling. “Because no matter what happens, ever since that ship where I met you for the first time and you almost killed me, we keep on meeting.” She fight back tears, I can sense that because her voice is raspy. Is she always this emotional?

“I'm so_” I try to apologize.

“You are a crazy person and I know that yet I am infatuated, is that not crazy?.” She says, cutting off my apologies. I sighed. “Usually, it doesn't bother me. Things like this don't bother me. Men do not bother me, they just never do.” I raise my head at her at that.

“But lately, it has been bothering me. Like I feel disappointed at things you do when I should be used to it because once a jerk, forever a jerk, right?” She sniffs. I catch the unspoken words.

I bother her. She cares about me. The revelation threw me off balance and made my hands fly away from her waist. What does this mean?

“And I don't even know why.” Her subtle tone makes me glance at her. Her eyes locks with mine in an enchanting way, her full lashes batting at me.

Then, she stops staring and turns her back at me. She takes off her shoes slowly as I watch her. Then, she starts to tug at her zip to undo it. After several failed attempts, she turns towards me with a pleading look. She is less chatty now though I knew that she is still drunk.

I am reluctant to go towards her because then, I know I will be going towards fire. A fire that will burn me. However, I can not stop myself from walking over to her. Even though I am conscious of what I am doing, my rod down there isn't, even my wolf is running wild.

My hands finds the zipper and slowly, I unzip the gown to my end. She takes a step forward after I am done. My eyes goes wild when she starts to slip out of the dress. She does not even mind that I am right there and even I am shocked at how every thing she is doing seem like such a big deal to me like I have not seen various females do the same exact thing. Why is hers so extraordinary and more than just arousing?

The first thing I take note of when she is done is how her luscious breast is in the bra she has on. She is now staring at me too. Like we are under a spell. When she proceeds to unhook the bra too, I find myself reaching for her hand to stop her.

“Kiki, please.” I groan. I am already aroused as it is. Yet, she will not stop this nonsense. I know I have always imagined seeing her this way but she is drunk for goodness sake, and I will not take her while she does not know what she is exactly doing, where is the fun in that?

“Stop this. Don't do this.” I plead with her, my eyes locked with hers. When I think that she has finally agreed with me, she suddenly stands on her tip toes and presses her lips with mine.

Holy s**t! That is it!

I meet her needs with the desire building up in me. The kiss starts off slow, very slow. When she presses her lips with mine, my eyes widens only for her to fuel the fire. So, I take up the bait. I kiss her passionately, meeting her needs and my desires. As I angle her head to a perfect position, my hands go for her waist, drawing her nearer. When I bite against her ear lobes, she moans so loudly that it turns me up so badly.

Her back hit the sofa and she falls flat. Still, we do not disentangle. The heat is fueled the more and there comes a rush. I tower over her and she ruffles my hair. By this time, our tongues are fighting for dominance.

I don’t notice when her hands flows to my trouser to unbuckle the belt because I am distracted by the piece of art before me. So, my eyes widens largely when her hands reaches for my junior and rubs against it. It makes me moan very loudly. She grins to my face and keeps up her act. Her back arches up and before I knew what is happening, I am laying flat on the bed while she is on top of me.

“Jeez, Raven!” I breathe out and she smiles. Her lips meet with mine again and she kisses me passionately. Her hands starts to undo my buttons too but I hold her wrist, also stopping the kiss mid way.

Kiki, we really have to stop this now. You will have my head tomorrow. I really don't want that to happen, if I do take you, it will be when you are very sober.” I say quietly.

When she does not protest, I quietly begin to lead her to the bathroom. A cold shower will surely help in this dire state. It will help us both. I place her gently in the bathtub, struggling not to look at her unconscious face but more, her cleavage in the bra. I do not need any temptation now. I am not sure that I will be able to stand it.

I turn on the faucet and cold water starts to pour down on her. She shivers slightly but I let the water run for a while before turning it off when she is fully soaked.

“You are not going to seduce me any more, alright? Because if you do keep doing all of that, I will be forced to take you right here, right now, I f*****g promise you.” I say sternly to her.

Minutes later, she is on my bed, her eyes are closed, her breathing even and shallow, but even in her sleep, she looks troubled. The girl who was so fierce on the dance floor and trying to seduce me looks so vulnerable now.

Her breathing eventually evens out and I don’t know how long I stay there watching her sleep, until someone shows up.

Adalee.