ANDY MILES

The Sin City

We all know how the parties in Vegas can be. It wasn't any different at D'Knight's night club. The DJ jams, the buzz, the feeling of being high and the smell of whiskey and vodka with sweat smells, people rubbing their bodies with each other, showing off what their mama gave them and Andy was somewhere at the bar side, high on vodka shots and counting. The red dress she had on had showed off her cleavage, the fullness of her breasts hung on her chest as she slouched down on the bar stool, a hand on the table and her head beneath. She picked up her purse that fell. Her fuzzy eyes searching for Mia, who had danced off a while ago.

"Hey beautiful,"

That voice was magic, deep magic. Like a sweet melodious octave based on sounds, it reached out to her soul. Maybe it was definitely how intoxicated she was, but yes, she was wet.

"Hi handsome"

She stared, hard enough. Trying to get a little bit of what he looked like. When the round ring bulb had shown just a little dark light to his face, Andy saw a wish come true. His black hair was tied in a very unbusinesslike fashion. His lips drawn into a suspicious line. He had a coal black eyes that went hazel every now and then and Andy felt she must have seen the color of a blazing fire somewhere in those eyes. Probably her imagination. She hated it when she was this high on drinks.

Ryan was as much controlling his wolf like any other werewolf who just met his mate. The lilac scent mixed with the smell of trees filled him the moment he entered the club. Jace had been behind him just moments ago. They had just concluded an agreement with Big Jerry and was set out to leave not before the smell got him hitched on his tracks and not moving. A couple more of that behavior had sent a message to Jace. The first instinct, had Ryan moving, wanting to see their mate, to feel her but not when the smell of a human was evident. He stopped and retraced his step, deciding to go for a drink instead. Getting drunk wasn't that easy for a wolf much less an alpha but he went close to being intoxicated. Jace watched, ready to stop him whenever his alpha traits got over him. Even as he walked down to the human, the moon goddess gave him as his mate, the words of Ace that morning tugged at it, history was certainly repeating it self. Ryan paused just for a moment and watched her from afar. Her body wasn't bad—not one bit. And when she bent as if picking something from the floor, Rye growled. Those apples was meant just for them, he didn't mind having her nipples between his lips till dawn. His wolf fought for dominance and even as he sat infront of their mate. Ryan was in between letting his wolf take over. He did let it overpower him, lust taking over. After all, she was their mate. He was definitely going to take care of the lust he felt and after that was nothing...he hoped because she crashed his dreams. He had hoped to have a wolf mate and be happy again. He had hoped for history not to repeat itself again and it did. She was going to die just like his mum and he will be left in darkness just like his father.

And as he made love to her at the club's motel that was a little distance far from the club, the buzz of the club drowned the voices in his head. But for a moment, he was pulled out of that buzz, like a trance, he was engrossed in her taste as he kissed every part of her and when she cried out to him as he drew and bit a nipple, he felt like a soul that newly found true love. When Andy had his bulge in her mouth, he watched her thin lips go back and forth on it, drawing and pulling it with her mouth. when she opened her eyes and looked at him, Ryan felt like a lost soul, he saw his world spin infront of him. It was pleasure. He has watched other women do this before, he has kissed other women more than he cared to count but none has had him the way she did. Rye was in esctacy, their mate was good and a bad girl just the way they wanted. The thought of having a man being close to her the way they did crossed his mind and he growled. That didn't stop her as well. Slowly and certainly, like a sexy god she had turned out to be, she climbed on the bed, her eyes on him and widened her legs. Ryan watched, his eyes changed telling a different story, a pleasure story . His bulge stood just as he stood like a predator ready to hunt and the prey was right infront of his eyes. He entered, a little whimper was heard, it was from his mate. He stopped, just a little time for her adjust, when he felt like she had, he was in fully, thrusting in and out. Her moans drove him wild. It was as if being played a song with the piano keys to his ears. He was thrusting in and fast groaning in sheer pleasure.