It's a bright day today. The sun is shining, there's a slight chill in the air.
The perfect day.
I can feel the way my body wants to be near Graham, the way he still feels his guilt, but I ignore this as I start my morning training without him.
Stretching alone, jogging alone, running alone and then training my body for defense and office, all alone.
It helps me clear my mind for what's to come later today.
I know Gem will be all for it.
She won't turn down the chance to fuck an Alpha.
I distract myself until then. I don't read. I don't train. I just listen to my twins erratic talk of non-important issues, letting her chatter drain me until it's night and I'm getting dressed for the bonfire.
Dark jeans frame my lower half, a nice flannel on the upper half, a few buttons undone to show a bit of chest.
I Leave my feet bare, I don't need shoes for what I'm about to do.
Messy hair, a lit cig hanging from my mouth, breathing in the toxic smoke, exhaling it into the air, polluting it.
I can see her from here, hanging on his arm in the glow of the fire.
She won't be there for long.
I pick up the first drink I see, a shot of expensive liquor down the hatch, warming my throat.
When I make it a few paces away, I can see him gulp, visibly distraught at the sight of me. I can see his mark, harsh and possessive and still healing.
I can feel his need pouring into me. He wants me, but it's too bad that he won't get that chance now. He screwed me and then screwed up.
"Hey Gem." I nod her way and she seems happy by my acknowledgement. I usually ignore her, not one for female companionship.
"Hey Talon." Her lips are plump, great for cöck sucking.
"Wanna hang with me tonight? I think I might have something you want." I wink at her, downing another shot that I pull from someone's hand.
She is hanging on my every word, letting go of Graham, taking her dirty hands away from him, from what's mine and giving them to me.
Graham can feel the intentions I have with this. In the past he would have cheered me on, but now he just watched in silence, regret seeping out of him.
His guilt is eating at him.
But the night has only just begun.
Leading her away, we head into the woods. She's excited, ready for this opportunity.
I can't promise her a good time. I've never been with a woman. I've never been with anyone in this way.
I can already feel the guilt and pain constricting my chest, but I want him to feel the way I felt and more.
Into the house we go, up the stairs until we are in my room, locking the door behind us.
She's swaying her hips for me as I'm sitting on the bed, prowling towards me until she's on top, unbuttoning my shirt to get at my skin with her lips.
They don't feel good, but I let her continue until she's unzipping my pants, pulling my length out, wrapping her lips around me and sucking like her life depends on it.
I don't moan. I can't because this just doesn't do it for me. She isn't what I crave, what I need.
But I let it continue, I let her lick me from root to tip, I let her straddle my waist, take control.
A whore in her fast and relentless ways, always needy for any kind of cock, especially alpha cock.
She's in a dress, no underwear and I'm still half clothed but neither of us care. This is just a release, nothing more.
I can smell her sweet scent, the way her heat is closing in around me, folding me inside her until she's fully seated and rocking her hips as I pinch her nipples roughly.
I find no pleasure in this, only a slight tinge of pain from my mark, telling me that this is wrong.
I don't care though, I pump up into her, I grasp her hips and shove deep, trying and failing to feel what I know I could feel with Graham.
I can only take pleasure in the way his scent is slightly mixed with hers, letting me feel like he is with me instead of her, that it's his heat wrapped around my dick.
It lessons the pain, lessons the guilt, but I can feel it. I can feel the way I'm hurting him and I wonder how he could do this while knowing how it was effecting me.
He's crooked.
And I let my anger fill me up as I pound it out into this willing body until we are both spent and I'm sending her away, off to whore herself on someone else, maybe even Graham, but I don't care because I think I'm done with him.
It's sad how we were such great friends and now we have been degraded to this.
It's sad the way I have resorted to this, the way I have taken revenge for the wrong placed on me.
I don't think my father would be proud of me in this moment. I don't think anyone would.
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Hidden Bonds
Werewolf(Book3) Talon Blackwood has had feelings for his best friend since before he can remember. He can't stop the staring. He can't help the glances and the slow, easy perusals. He can't change the way he is. In love, in love with his best friend ...
