A Wolf in the City

8. Two thousand dollars.

DANTE.

"You called a designated driver?" Sam, one of the colleagues I have come to drink with says when I announce it to them. They had called me out, saying they want to catch up on old times and even though I hate humans with every fiber of my body, I know I should come.

I had gone to school with them and mingled with them after my thorough training with Father, he had said I needed to be very educated so I would be able to blend in so easily for our laid out plans. And when it was time to choose what to study in school, its no wonder that father had mde me choose Information technology, to top it off, I learnt hacking and many more things that would be needed on my own. I am pretty much an expert when it comes to anything that has to do with computers especially security and all.

"Yes, I need someone to drive me home. I think I might be drunk from all you guys have fed me." I reply with a smile.

"You? Dante? Drunk? Since when do you get drunk? You that you'll take 40shots of vodka or even ten glasses of tequila and your eyes will be opened as if you drank absolutely nothing? Are you trying to joke with us?" Sam says again and I barely laugh because he is right, I am not drunk, not even in the slightest. I just never get drunk, maybe due to the fact that I'm not human? I do not know, I never cared to ask either.

I had called on a designated driver because I had specifically chosen the exact person I want to drive me. And I can't wait to tease and make her very mad again, it's such a good sort for me.

"Well, I guess I just want to enjoy the feel of seating at the owner's corner and enjoy being driven. A little break from driving does not hurt." I respond and they all laugh again. They are all drunk to the brim afterall and usually, I used to be the one to put them safely in cabs and whatnot to ensure that they get to their destinations safely.

Not anymore though.

I get a call from her saying that she was outside waiting for me already and I can't help the coy smile that finds its way to my lips instantly. I find my way outside and instead of going straight to where she stands, looking around patiently, I remain at the side of the entrance as I take her in.

I find the object of my new play time standing out from the other people like a not yet-carved expensive gemstone among the rocks. Look at me getting all f*****g poetic.

Her heavy blonde locks cascading down to her lower back are held in place by a tight clip on the side of her head, although it does little to contain the wildness contrasting with her pale skin through which every vein in her body is visible. Especially her wildly beating pulse.

My first instinct should be imagining blood slowly dripping from it, leaving bruises on the pale perfection, showcasing my work in its full glory. Instead, I want to skim my claws along it and watch goose bumps of fear break across her skin.

The black jumpsuit? Overall? or whatever it is called hugs her tight, emphasizing to the world every curve and dip of her body from her full breasts to narrow waist and wide hips that can cradle a man between them as he gets lost in her body.

Cradle me.

Unfamiliar rage and possessiveness boil my blood when I think of anyone else touching this beautiful creature who should have never been dumped into hell. These reactions demand I mark her in a way that leaves no doubt she belongs to me. The emotions are so foreign to me I almost fail to recognize them and chuckle under my breath, finding the reaction amusing.

I should have expected that. Even as a child, I never shared, so why would she be any different? After all, she’s my most beloved toy for the time being, or should I say temporarily filling the place until I get what I really want.

Her mysterious eyes gaze land on me with shock, bringing attention to their beauty, their different colors of blue and silver so vivid in her face that one doesn’t know on which one he should focus more. For some, they’re creepy, but for me though? I’ve never seen anything more stunning, and I wonder how they will look when I trail my tongue all over her, teaching her all the ways a human body can experience pleasure and still crave more.

Will they light up with fire and desire or become the colors of melted stones? What the f**k happens when the hunter starts to want the bait as much as he does the prey?

She seems to finally find her voice after staring at me for longer than necessary when I thrlw my keys at her, one that she catches so easily out of reflex. After speaking some incoherent stuff which I am darn sure are nothing other than curses.

“Try bastard, princess. That word always works well.” I say, seeing that her numerous number of English words are quite uncommon and I'd rather understand whatever it is that she calls me.

“Because you work so hard at being one,” She hisses and then rolls her eyes.

“Believe me when I say it takes absolutely no effort at all.” I reply with a nonchalant shrug. Sometimes, even I wonder if my mother had dropped me when I was a child. Even I know that my mouth needs to be soaped because of the things that comes out of it.

She throws my keys on the floor and proceeds to leave but I have just enough trucks up my sleeves. "Five hundred dollars." I say and I smirk at the fact that it is enough to get her to stop with immediate effect, but it is only for a minute because she resumes walking afterwards.

"One thousand?" I say with an exaggerated scoff and she stops again, this time she turns to face me while I rest on the side of my car which is actually close to the place.

"Are you out of your darn mind? Oh... you think you can just buy anything with money, is that it? Just because you're a spoilt rich brat with daddy's money, you think everything is supposed to revolve around you? After all that stunt you pulled? Like why would you even think I would drive your car or want to be in any space with you?" She says, evidently pissed.

"Two thousand then?" I increase again and it starts to look like it is taking every of her will power not to jump in my car already.

It takes her some minutes to recover from whatever shock she's in before she then speaks, "look... you seem drunk and that is the only reason I would be doing this and are you sure you're not just playing stupid trucks on me because if you are, and I drive you home then you start with some bullshit, I swear, I'm going to..."

"Where's your phone?" I cut her off. If she wants proof, I'll give her proof. Heck, I can even give her ten thousand this night as long as she drives me home.

"Why? What for? Are you onto your bull..."

I snatch the phone off her hands with a scoff as I look for the voice recorder app, "you know for someone who looks so innocent and naive, you sure cuss a lot." I say before clicking on the red button to record.

"I, Dante Barlowe swears to give Raven Martinez her two thousand dollars for her service which is for her to simply drive me home." I say and then, I stop the recording.

"How do you know my name?" She asks and I scoff then throw her phone back to her, just before getting into the backseat of my car while she gets into the driver's seat.

"It's not really rocket science, especially in this jet age." I reply while she starts the car.

Her scent fills the car as soon as she's in and it is very intoxicating. My mouth water, and my c**k gets hard as f*****g rock just at the lingering smell of her. Even my wolf had growled silently. It is the first time in my life that a female is driving me so mad like this. It makes me want to claim her.

My c**k is stiff. The need to f**k and shred her into pieces until she's ruined is strong, but I know I just have to wait. I mean, what's the need to rush when I'll have her in my palm eventually.

And when I finally do, I know she won't be out of my grasp until I've ruined very of her insides and rendered her as broken as she can be.