THE FALTERED BOND

Jace | Chapter 2

I let loose a hungry sigh, stroking the curve of her shoulder. She responds with a quiet moan, shivers rippling through her silky skin. Desire flickers in her eyes as she straddles my waist line while her hands deliciously explore every inch of my bare chest. I groan, relishing in the warmth of her skin against my own.

A rebellious hand abruptly lowers towards my waist, leaving behind a trail of fire. I start, and, registering what she was about to do, I am quick to grab her arm.

"Don't—

A chuckle widens her grin when she interrupts, " No one has to know.

- You know I can't, Selena." Her features melt into a pout, but the gesture has little affect on me. She must realize this because she sighs and pulls her hand away.

"Anything else for you, Alpha?''

I smile and grab her shoulders, flipping her body so that her delicate frame is pinned beneath me. ''Keep talking to me, baby.'' I growl, pressing against her as I allow myself a little more freedom.

She feigns a struggle and let's out a soft moan. The intoxicating perfume of her arousal fills my lungs with glee. She's a real pearl. Golden locks, pools of blue, a smoking body. And yet, this gnawing pit refuses to leave my stomach. My frustration swells.

Ignore it, Jace. Let go and enjoy. I plead with my inner voice.

A knock interrupts our session. Hinges scream as the door swings open, my father's scowling face glaring at me through the frame.

Shit.

We pull apart. Half heartedly, I allow blondie to slip her jeans over her midnight black lingerie. She winks, grabs the remainder of her clothing from the floor and skids to the door, giggling beneath her pale blouse. Passing by my father, she gives him the respective greeting bow and leaves the room. His ice cold gaze trails her movement until she disappears at the end of the hall.

His black eyes pierce a glare at me while I lay on the bed with nothing on but black boxers. "You're seriously playing with my patience, Jace." He growls, cocking a brow. "The entire pack has gathered outside for you, and yet here you are hooking up with some prostitute!? Have I not warned you already about such behavior?!

- What can't I have a little fun?'' A contemptuous smile grows onto my lips.

''Your mating ceremony is in fifteen minutes!" I roll my eyes at his comment. I brace myself for his usual scolding words and slide off the soft mattress to acquire a fresh pair of clothes.

The mating ceremony, despite its perverted name, it's much simpler than it sounds- not as big of a deal as it sounds either. Every mature female Wolf will line up for me- some may give me an offering since I'm the Alpha's son- then I'll gaze into their eyes. That's it. No mating, no touching, nothing. Just a stare in the eye and hope for some kind of bond to happen. Lucky for me, I've already done this whole process before; twice actually. This year's my third, and although a fresh new line of females are dying to meet me outside, I know it is a fool's hope to believe I will find my mate; Weston's don't have mates.

I zip my fly and grab my shirt from the floor, my father's eyes still glued to my every move. I know he's pissed. He has all the right reasons to be. But I'm tasting my last hours of freedom before the shackles of marriage get a hold of me; I hold the right to spend them as I please. "You got nothing to worry about, Pops. See?" I gesture to myself. "I'm already dressed. Would you look at that! Still got thirteen minutes." I add, smugly pointing at my watch. Why does he always have to be such a party pooper...?

He pinches the bridge of his brow, breathing out a long sigh. "Just get down there already. And please, try to take this seriously, you know you won't be able to screw around with other girls once-"