Finding Trust and Honesty (bxb)

Chapter 48*

Nikolas's POV

The darts competition was what I'd expected, we played a standard 301, where you start with a double and end with a double and you start with 301 points and to win you need to end with a score of 0.

Each contestant, regardless of if they were in a group or not took turns trying to reach 0. Since the groups were different sizes an average was made of all the wins. If you reach a score of 1 or below 0 you go bust and your score goes back to your previous one, which gives an opponent a chance to win.

That meant that there would be a single winner and a group winner.

I wasn't surprised when Ben won the singles, he got a perfect round and used mostly trebles or doubles, meaning his turn ended very quickly, something the crowd and the judges were very impressed with.

Our group won as well, only a few of us not ranking in first or second place.

I'd got a perfect 0 too, just not as fast as Ben and with a few more throws.

As we left the competition Shane clung to Ben with an insufferably proud grin, teasing Caesar with jibes that he'd gotten the better cousin.

I never claimed to be better than Ben, and certainly not at darts.

Shane was being annoying, not because of his teasing, but because he was rubbing it in Caesar's face.

I didn't care for boasting and Caesar wasn't taking his mate being called inferior very well.

His eyes were a dark amber and low growls rumbled in his chest with each prideful boast from Shane.

Before a scuffle could break out I dragged Caesar away and he allowed me to with an angry snort.

I found a bare piece of wall and pushed his back to it, my lips going to the scent gland on his neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive and scent filled flesh.

He grunted, his hands clutching at my body desperately, head falling to the side with a whine when I gently pinched the gland between my teeth.

"N-nikol...as!" He gasped, arching when i started to suck on the trapped gland, my knee slipping between his legs and grinding my thigh against his crotch.

I slowly let his neck go, licking the abused flesh afterwards, my hand taking the place of my thigh and I palmed his jean clad erection.

When I pulled back enough to see his face his eyes were lidded and a pinky orange colour, filled with a lustful red tinged with an affectionate yellow. Tanned skin flushed and luscious mouth parted, his bitten neck still bared as he arched into my skilled hand.

He might be a dominant wolf, an 'alpha', but he was mine.

I knew he wasn't upset Ben had bested me at darts, I told him how good Ben was before the competition started but for someone of his standing and notoriety, for a dominant wolf to have his mates worth questioned...

I'm sure Shane had been teasing in light jest but there are just some things you don't say to a werewolf, something I was beginning to learn.

I hadn't taken him away from the group with the intention to bite his scent gland, or to make him whine by grinding my hard thigh against what I'm sure was a still very sensitive cock.

A thought popped into my head and I smirked to myself, the little alcove I'd found between two arenas was far from private but I couldn't bring myself to care.

My chest expanded and then a chuff like sound puffed from between my lips, courtesy of my demon, seemed they quite liked my idea.

Caesar was still reeling from the bite to his scent gland, even I could feel the echo's of our bond singing between us from my inhuman canines digging into the nerve filled patch of skin.