The last of the Lycans

Chapter 5

Ryan’s POV

I was barely home 24 hours when Jason called me to have this party. The last thing I wanted was a bunch of people, especially girls, at my house to bother me. I was always around girls, and while I appreciated being lusted after, I wasn’t really in the mood. But he was a friend, and I probably needed a little girl time anyway. I probably needed to burn off some of the tension from all the training I was doing lately. My muscles were sore, my head was a mess, and I was angry. I had no idea why.

I was walking around checking everyone out when I saw her. She was sort of beautiful. I had seen her in passing at school. I am pretty sure she is the one who always has her nose in a book. I hated books. A means to an end, nothing more. I remembered her hot blonde friend before I remembered her. I was torn and thought about saying hi to the blonde. She was dancing all over. As I made my way, Jason was grabbing the blonde. There goes my shot, I thought.

Next thing I know, the woman with jet black hair bumped into me. She smelled like lavender and honey. It was a sweet and somewhat intoxicating smell. She turned in haste and looked up at me with the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Her face immediately flushed. I couldn’t help but smirk. I had that effect on girls. Her breasts looked like they were about to spill out. I could imagine what they looked like, what all of her looked like. I looked up and down at her body. My c**k twitched. I knew this was a bad idea; she wasn’t even my type. Not that I had a type.

I used women for one thing. To f**k and destroy. I loved to f**k their brains out, make them beg for more, then cause irreparable pain. It was rare if I gave them a second chance, and only once or twice did I give them three. I liked it rough, and this girl, I doubt she knew a thing about that. Though she would probably be the best submissive I ever had. Willing? Unlikely. Who was I to pass up a good challenge though?

I could hear her barely whisper “Sorry” before she quickly averted her gaze. She stood there staring at the ground for what felt like forever. I finally broke the silence and convinced her to come with me. What the hell, I thought, might as well. I got her a drink. I saw her friend leaving with Jason, so it wasn’t like she had anywhere to be. My wolf appeared to be as curious as I was. He was pacing back and forth, checking her out as well. When she said she was an English major, or would be, I wasn’t shocked. I knew what to do. I convinced her to come with me and brought her to the one place she might be comfortable enough to talk to me.

I didn’t come here much. Why would I need to come to a library? I hated books. I had to worry about my fighting skills; the last thing I wanted to do was open a boring book. But when we walked through those doors, her face lit up. I could see the twinkle in her icy blue eyes. I swear her wolf made an appearance with a white swirl and low purr. I couldn’t help but smile. She asked if she could look around, and I wasn’t going to say no; it gave me a chance to enjoy the view.

I watched as she walked around examining all the books. She would touch them gently and make soft sounds of pleasure. I could imagine her on my c**k making similar sounds. I shook my head when my c**k twitched and tried to shift so she wouldn’t see. I cleared my throat and said, “Do you like what you see?” She turned, blushing again, a small smile on her face. She nodded.

Eliza: “This place is incredible. So many rare books.”

Me: “Yes, my dad is a collector. He has been collecting these for a long time. He is a lawyer, so it started out as just a place for his law books, but it turned into this. He spends a lot of time in here if he isn’t working.”

She continued to walk around and look at every book. At one point, she even climbed the ladder to look at the books on top. Finally, she came to sit across from me on the sofa. She looked like a bundle of nerves. I kind of liked that I had that effect on her. She would be the perfect submissive.

Me: “So, remind me of your name again?” I know you know mine.

Eliza: “Eliza.” She almost whispered.

Me: “Nice to meet you, Eliza. I’m Ryan.

She smiled. Still averting her eyes. So submissive it was almost annoying.

Me: “How come I have not seen you at one of these parties before?”

Eliza: “Parties really aren’t my thing. I am just here to be a supportive friend.”

Me: “Some friend she is, leaving you all alone.” He smirked.

Me: Do you have a boyfriend?”

Eliza: “No.”

She was painfully blushing. It was incredibly cute but also somewhat annoying. Hearing that she wasn’t seeing anyone made me more excited than I should be. Not that I am interested in dating. I am only interested in one thing when it comes to women: s*x. Still, no boyfriend meant I could have my way with her without drama. I hated drama. Most didn’t dare cross me. They saw what I could do on the field and knew I was about to be in advanced warrior training, so they kept their distance. Alpha Kyle only had a daughter who had already found her mate. She was not interested in the Alpha title, so there was going to be a competition once school ended, and I was in line for the title. I had alpha blood as well. My mother’s father was the alpha of the Silver Moon pack. She gave up the title as well when she married my father.

Me: “So, that means I can have my way with you.” I smirked, my c**k already twitching and straining.

Eliza: “Um, sorry, what did you say?” She was red as ever now, eyes to the floor; I could see embarrassment, anger, and something else I couldn’t explain.

Me: “You, me, a night of great s*x. Did I confuse you?”

Eliza: “I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am, but I am not that kind”.

Me: “Any woman would be honored to have a night of great s*x with me,” I scoffed. Who did this girl think she was to turn me down?

Before I knew it, she was on her feet and headed toward the door. s**t, this was not how I planned for this to go. What’s wrong with her? Seriously, any other girl would have begged for this. I scolded myself, knowing this was a complete waste of time. I should have left it at that. But did I? Nope. I followed her, giving her a head start. Maybe she liked to be chased? I enjoyed a good chase. I found her easy enough, bolting for the front door. Where the f**k does she think she’s going?