Fun with the Wolf Pack
Copyright 2013 by Carrie Kelly
Published by Carrie Kelly
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People lie. Online dating sucks!
I took another sip of coffee and nodded at Daryl. Spouting on about some fishing story.
He ran his hand through his honey blond hair. Sweat fell from the back of his neck and on his shoulders.
I raised an eyebrow. Poor bastard was really nervous.
Drinking the last sip, I wiped he corner of my mouth. The day couldn’t get any worse. It’s not that he was bad, but he wasn’t at all how he described himself in his profile. He made himself out to be an exciting bad boy and he was nothing of the sort. More like boring with… more boring.
“That’s how long it took to catch that sucker,” he laughed and took a big bite of his sandwich.
“Ha,” I chuckled. Did I mention he really likes fish?
I frowned and leaned back in my chair. This was my sixth internet date so far.
To tell the truth I wasn’t even looking for anything complicated. I’m not much of a datable girl.
Reasons. I’m pretty curvy. Not at all fit to societies standards of beauty.
There didn’t seem to be too many chubby chasers in town either. Even the guys I dated weren’t attracted to me. Just desperate. Boy I sure have all the luck in the world.
I bit my bottom lip hard. I’ve never been able to hook anyone in my entire life. Next week is my twenty-seventh birthday and I’m still a virgin. I want to know what it feels like dammit! Everyone else talks as if it’s the best thing in the world.
Debbie’s voice echoes to me from the past. Lizzie, you’re really missing out!
Fuck.
“So, what do you think?” Daryl asked.”
I smiled. Crap was he still talking about fish? “Um, sounds awesome,” I said.
Daryl sipped his coffee. “Great what time should I meet you at the lake?”
“Lake?” I asked. Man!
“Um, how about…” My eyes wondered past him. Heart hammering in my chest, I swallowed.
At the table behind Daryl sat the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on, and he was staring directly at me. Well, I think he was.
I looked behind me, but there was no one there.
“Elisabeth?” Daryl asked.
I glanced at Daryl and back at the eye candy, but he was gone. I frowned. Of course he wasn’t checking me out. Story of my life. I’m stupid to even have had hopes.
Running my fingers through my hair I sighed. What the fuck am I doing anyway? I can’t be picky, so why not go for it?
“Daryl, do you think I’m attractive?”
Daryl’s brown eyes widened. “Yeah, sure,” he stammered.
“Do you want to have sex?” I asked.
Daryl coughed and splattered coffee past the table. “What?” he asked as he took a shuddery breath.
I wiped the edge of my cheek and crinkled my nose. “Sex. Do you want to make it with me?”
He took a napkin with a shaky hand and wiped his mouth. “You’re joking,” he said.
Slowly I leaned across the small table. “I want to have dirty, filthy, wonderful, kinky sex with you,” I said and poked his nose.
Daryl’s cheeks turned red and he looked around.
“It’s a simple yes or no,” I said and bit my bottom lip.
The guy composed himself and licked his lips. “I don’t think this is going to work out. I mean you’re interesting, but I’m really religious. I’m waiting until I’m married to engage in sexual intercourse,” he said.
I stared at him. “Oh, okay,” I said and nodded. Of course! “Sorry.”
He shook his head. “Um, no, it’s fine,” he said and stood up. “You take care.”
I smiled and watched him walk away. Okay, that settles it. I must be fucking cursed or something.
I walked up to the counter and nodded at the cashier. “Could I get another mocha?” I asked.
The skinny brunette nodded but crinkled her nose like I’d just rolled in a garbage heap. I glanced around. A couple in the corner of the room stared and other’s whispered.
I sighed and paid for the coffee. This is why I hate most people.
I walked out of the shop and fumbled with my purse. Then my keys fell along with my coffee and I gritted my teeth. Tears welled up in my eyes and I wiped them away.
Shit! Stupid coffee.
I worried my bottom lip.
Debbie said if I wanted a guy bad enough all I’d have to do is ask. Am I really that fucking hideous? Wasn’t that situation totally turned around? The girls the one that usually says hell no and runs away.
Daryl could’ve at least told me the truth. Lying made it worse. His profile sated he was agnostic. Very religious my ass! Stupid fucker.
As I reached for my keys, the hotty from earlier grabs them before I get a chance and holds them out. Fire erupted between my legs and delightful tingles coursed down my spine. I couldn’t help but give a goofy smile.
“Don’t look so sad. The guy wasn’t your type anyway,” he said. His long platinum blond hair hanged loose over his shoulders. Green eyes shone from under long lashes and his full lips curled into a grin.
Damn I wanted to kiss this guy. Run my hands over his slender build and nibble every inch of his body. I hurried and shook away dirty thoughts. “Thanks,” I said and nodded. “I guess you’re right. The guy did have a weird fish fetish.”
He raised his brows. “I know. I heard the whole thing. The guy was pretty strange,” he said and took a step closer.
So close the heat from his body wrapped around me and the smell of earth and his musk tickled my nose.
“Well, at least it wasn’t just me,” I frowned. “Wait you heard everything?”
The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. “Everything.”
I backed away and he leaned into me with one arm against the window of my car. Heat pooled between my legs. This guy was like a perfect sculpture. No flaws. Creamy white skin. Muscular. The most fuck me gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Why the hell was he flirting with me?
He raised his hand and ran a slender finger down the side of my cheek. “That guy was an idiot. I would’ve taken you up on your offer,” he said and brushed my neck with his lips.
Okay, something’s not right here! There had to be some catch. This guy could probably get any woman he wanted. Why settle for Lizzie lame? I cringed at the old high school nick name.
“Really you would’ve fucked me?”
“Oh yeah, over and over,” he said as he took a deep breath.
My face burned. Probably bright red. “You’re fucking with me. There’s some catch. Are you desperate? Have an STD? Bad marriage and looking for an easy girl to dull the pain?”
He leaned back and chuckled. “None of the above,” he said.
I crossed my arms over my chest. This seemed way too good to be true. “Why would you want me then?”
“Get in the car,” he demanded.
Heart hammering in my chest, I took a shuddery breath.
I was about to hesitate and ask why, but my body seemed to develop a mind of its own and I got into the back seat of my Ford.
Strange.
He crawled up next to me and shut the door. Then he ran his hand up my thigh and tugged at my panties.
Grabbing his wrist, I gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Where do you live?” he asked. Ignoring my first question. Slowly the tip of his finger found its mark and rolled in circles over my clit.
“Ah!” I gasped. Wide eyed, I licked my lips. “Um I live in the apartment complex on Central,” I said and arched my back. Getting touched by someone else is a lot different than working myself. Holy shit! Electricity coursed through my nerves and all around my cunt.
Moving his finger, he used my juices to add more friction to his caresses.
“Mm that explains why your scent is so familiar. Do you go to the coffee shop there every morning on Saturdays?” he asked.
I raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” Great Mr. Perfect is some kind of stalker.
He shook his head. “Because you’re very special. I’d walk through the crowds and catch your scent, but I could never find you,” he said and leaned closer. Brushing his lips against my neck. “Just to think that entire time you were right under our noses,” he said and licked the sensitive skin.
I moaned and gripped his wrist. Don’t know what the fuck he was talking about, but I was too lost in the moment to care.
He smirked. “You like it?” he asked.
“Ah! Of course!” I breathed.
“Should I go a little faster?”
“Yes! Please!” I begged. Fire ignited my skin and crawled with wonderful sensations.
He wiggled his finger faster. Up and down. Up and down. My eyes glazed over and I smiled up at the roof of my car. Still can’t believe what was happening. I guess this turned out to be a great day after all.
I whimpered in delight as that wonderful peak washed over me. Body trembling, I licked the corner of my mouth.
Mr. Perfect tilted my chin to the side and our lips connected. Tongues danced and as I bit down on his bottom lip he growled.
“You want to come back to my place?” I asked. Hell if his hand was that talented, I’ll bet his cock was even better.
“How about I take you to meet the pack?”
“Pack?”
He smiled. “Friends of mine. They’ll definitely want to meet you,” he said and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
Something seemed off, but on the other hand it sure felt right. I looked into his green eyes and again his charm answered for me. “Sure,” I said.
He chuckled and hopped in the driver’s seat. “By the way, I’m Shaun,” he said.
“Elisabeth,” I said as he started the car and drove.
It didn’t take long until we reached one of the down town buildings, or maybe it didn’t seem long, considering I gawked at him the whole way. Time flies when you’re lost in daydreams. Dirty fantasies for that matter.
He led me to the main lobby then into the elevator. The whole place was silent. Not even a receptionist around at the desk.
“What building is this?” I asked.
“It’s Warren Enterprise,” he said and chuckled. Then he pressed the thirtieth floor. “My friend owns the company. Connor J. Warren,” he said.
“Oh, I’ve heard of him,” I said and worried my bottom lip. “Where is everyone anyway?”
Shaun ran his fingers through his silky hair. “On holiday. Connor’s usually here. He’s kind of a workaholic.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So, why did you want me to meet him?” I asked.
Shaun’s eyes shone and he licked his lips. “I’d get in a lot of trouble if I claimed you all on my own.”
Now the strange feelings about this guy started to sink in. “Why would you need your friend’s permission to have sex?”
Leaning against me, Shaun brushed his lips against my own. Excitement rushed through every nerve in my body. “Because I’m not the alpha,” he said and smiled.
“Come again?” I asked. Alpha?
“You’ll see,” he said as the door opened into a dim hallway. Then he got out and offered me his hand.
My mind reeled with questions and a small knot formed in the pit of my stomach. What if this was a dangerous situation I was getting myself into? I should hurry and press the button to the lobby, get out of here, but my body disobeyed again and I took his hand.
He glanced at me. “You scared?”
I turned my head and frowned. “Why? Should I be?”
“No. Course not,” he said and opened a double door. Then he pulled me inside.
The smell of incense wafted through the air. Light and sweet. Two men occupied the room. One sitting at a chair with a cell up to his ear, and the other leaning on the edge of the desk.
Both of their eyes widened into orbs as soon as they saw me.
“Shaun?” the man in the chair asked as he stood up. “Listen I have to let you go,” he said and snapped the cell shut.
I thought briefly on the way here that Shaun would be the only totally hot guy I’d ever meet but the other two had the same holy shit gorgeous qualities. Unique in their own ways.
The man in the chair stood a good two inches taller than Shaun. Probably making him a good six feet three. As he approached me I looked up. His massive form loomed over me, making me feel like a doll.
His jaw tightened and he leaned into me and smelled my hair as Shaun had. His eyes shone like the color of amber. No eye color I’ve ever seen before. He didn’t look like he was wearing any contacts either.
Weird.
He also had red hair like mine. Except his was a lot darker. His chin was stubborn and I could see how ripped he was through his suit.
I smiled. What would he look like naked?
“What’s your name?” he asked.
I held my hand out. “Elisabeth but everyone calls me Liz or Lizzie,” I said and took a deep breath as he took my hand.
“Lizzie,” he said and smiled. “I’m Connor.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said with a shaky breath.
“Come on have a seat,” the red head said and led me to a chair in front of his desk.
I glanced at Shaun and he nodded.
Connor stared and licked his bottom lip. Then he pointed at the guy leaning against the desk. “That’s Sam,” he doesn’t talk much.
Sam frowned and blushed when I looked at him. He was lengthy and his short spiked hair stood on end. Chestnut brown with gold highlights. He had dark eyes with long lashes that gave him the pretty boy look like Shaun.
He didn’t seem too interested in me. “Hi Sam,” I said anyway.
He bit his bottom lip. “Shaun, where the hell did you find her?” he asked.
Shaun smirked and leaned back with his hands behind his head. “At the bakery on the north side. Sitting there, drinking a coffee with a date,” he said.
“Date?” Connor growled.
I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. “Why do you look surprised? Think I’m incapable of scoring a date?”
Connor shook his head and offered me a bottle of water. “That’s not how I meant it. I’m kind of a jealous type.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Jealous? Why? We don’t know each other,” I said and took a sip of water.
“True we just met, but there’s something else that I’m certain of,” he said and ran a strong finger down my shoulder.
I paused and looked up at him. Melting into his charm. Damn what was it about these guys that made me want them so badly? I mean besides their good looks. Something tugged at my mind. Like we were all destined to meet or something.
Sam stood up and sighed. “You really think this is our mate?” he asked.
“Mate?” I asked and put the water on the desk.
Shaun grabbed his arm as he paced by and Sam frowned. “Do you doubt it?” he asked.
Sam pulled his arm away and walked up to me. Then
he pulled me up and leaned into me.
I yelped in surprise and stared back at him.
He gritted his teeth, but his eyes softened and he took a deep breath. “No,” he finally said and let me go. “I’m calling Brandon,” he said and walked away.
What the hell? Something itched at the back of my mind. Their behavior was familiar. Then it hit me and I laughed.
All heads turned my way.
Connor raised his brows.
Shaun trailed his finger along my arm. “What’s funny Liz?” he asked.
I leaned back in the chair. “I was watching the animal channel last week. A marathon about wolves,” I said.
All three men glanced at each other.
Connor smirked at me. “Oh?” he said.
“You guys using terms like mate, alpha and pack reminded me. So, um, I take it you’re the alpha?” I asked Connor.
He nodded and I shook my head. “Beta?”
Shaun put his hand up and smiled.
I looked at Sam. “So you’re the omega then?”
Sam’s eyes widened into saucers. “I’m no omega!” he growled.
Connor put his hand in front of him. “Cut it out,” he demanded.
“Okay, sorry,” I said. Damn the guy really needed to work out his anger issues. Why the hell would these guys refer themselves as a wolf pack? Maybe they all grew up with each other and it was a thing from their past. Whatever the reason I guess it didn’t matter. I’ve met stranger people in the past.
I looked at the clock on the wall. Already eight at night. I didn’t mind meeting Shaun’s friends, but I was really looking forward to a hot night of passionate sex with the man. A tremble coursed down my spine and I glanced at him. Remembering how it felt when he touched me. I licked my lips and jumped when the door shot open.
“Hey guys. I picked up Chinese food. Hope that’s okay. Also got a text from one of you, but I couldn’t get it cause I was driving,” he said and stood still. Then he took a deep breath. Smelling the air.
He was a lot smaller than the rest. Probably an inch taller than me. He had black hair and a small scar across one of his eyes. As he got closer I noticed they were bright blue. His full lips curled into a shy smile. “Um, hi, I’m Brandon” he said and offered me his hand.
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