Marcus: A Black Lily Club Story

by Chelle

  Epilogue

  It’s midnight at the club, Sam hasn’t talked to me since I kissed her at the wedding a month ago. I should never have kissed her, but she is the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. Her strength and her love of friends and family called to my inner wolf. She spends all her time brooding and sulking around the club. Her scenes with the fledgling vamps are getting more and more out of control. That is when she does play. Most of the time she just sits at the bar, downing shots and ignoring everyone around her. She isn’t playing tonight, just throwing back shot, one after another.

  I walk over to the bar, placing my hand on her shoulder. Her body tenses, the scent of adrenaline pouring off her in waves. “Sam, what seems to be bothering you? You haven’t been yourself lately.”

  She turns to me, her emerald eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “Can we go and talk somewhere else? Will you come up to the suite and talk to me. I really need a friend right now.”

  How can I say no to her? She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, everything about her screams perfection. She wants me to be alone with her. My cock throbs against my zipper. I need to get my raging libido under control. The last thing Sam needs right now is a horny werewolf panting down her neck. She turned me down at the wedding.

  “Yes, let me find Anthony and let him know I’m going to break. I’ll meet you at the elevator.” I stand up and head throw the grinding bodies of leather, searching for him.

  We ride up the elevator in complete silence, the only noise is the clicking of her nails against one another. She fidgets, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. The dinging bell announces our arrival. I follow her into the suite. She has replaced all of Marcus’s furniture. The couches are sleek black leather, with red and turquoise accent pillows. The coffee table is a solid piece of carved black stone. The whole room screams Sam. She leads me over to the sofa sitting down and patting the spot next to her.

  “Sam, what is going on? “ I put my hand on her leg, to comfort her.

  “Michael, I’m so unhappy, it takes everything I have not to walk into the sunrise and never come back. “The tears stream down her cheeks.

  “What makes you so sad, that you would end it all?” I turn her to face me.

  “I’m jealous of the love Marcus and Jasmine have. I’m happy for them, but I want that too. What’s wrong with me Michael? Why can’t I find what I need to be complete?” Her body shakes with sobs.

  “Sam, there is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect.” I pull her into my arms, hugging her tight.

  The scent of her overwhelms me. That undeniable shifter sensation floods my being. My wolf screaming in my head. MINE, MATE, CLAIM. This is already a bad situation and now this. Why didn’t I get this feeling at the wedding? I would have at least been prepared. I’m second in command of the pack and unmated, but Sam is in no shape for me to be staking claims.

  She brushes feather light kisses along my jawline, working her way to my mouth. She licks my lips seeking entrance. I open allowing her inside. Her taste floods my being, mint and chocolate. My cock aches for release. Her arms wrap around my neck as she twine her fingers in my hair, pulling me hard against her mouth.

  I push her away. “Sam I have to go.”

  The shock and hurt that crosses her face, break my heart. It burns an image in my brain that will haunt me forever. I run to the elevator, banging on the button. The wolf in me growls, urging me to go back and claim my mate. The doors slide open and I climb inside. The last thing I see as the doors close, is Sam rubbing her lips, her sad eyes watching me run away.

  How will I ever explain why I left? She needs a friend and my damn wolf decides now is the time to make it’s wants known. I want to go back up there and throw her to the ground, ravaging her body and claiming every inch of her as mine. I need to take this slow, she is hurting and I made it worse. This is fucked up beyond repair. Shit, I’m a Dom, vamps aren’t submissive, are they? Sam’s one hundred and fifty years old. I don’t even know if she will ever speak to me again. She has trust issues and I just abandoned her when she needed me. I need to find Marcus. We have to talk.

  I run out of the elevator, mentally shouting to Anthony that I am leaving. Marcus and Jasmine aren’t at the club tonight. I bust out the doors of the club, the cool night air breaking through the pain in my soul from leaving my mate behind. I tear off my clothes and shift, running the entire way to the old farmhouse.

  The wind whips through my fur, igniting my need to hunt. The scents of the night relax my body allowing my mind to calm. Now that I have left my mate behind, how in the hell do I convince her I would never hurt her? After seeing the pain etched on her magnificent features, how will I ever prove I can erase the demons she hides inside?