Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 (Dave's pov)

On the first day I met her, I knew she was my mate. But unfortunately for me, an antisocial nerd can find it difficult to have a hot social butterfly as a mate. And my mate is a very gorgeous woman with all the right curves, in all the right places.

Oh, God, if she were to love me back, even for a moment, I could die a very happy guy.

Stevie is such a hot girl. She likes coming by the computer room (where you can find me any time of the day) and just watching me. She occasionally will wrap her arms around my neck and rest her huge breasts on top of my head. I will blush hard when she does that.

She is so pretty and perfect. She's part of the hottest girl group. I would love for her to accept me as mates, but she's probably with some other guy. Even after all these months of knowing her, I still don't know what she even thinks of me as...

"Hey, Davey." My thoughts are interrupted by her soft voice entering my ears. Her breath blows into my ear, her lips lightly grazing it.

Shivers run down my spine and I look at her, only to notice our lips are only millimeters away from touching. A blush appears upon my face, spreading to my ears and down my neck.

She smiles at me and pulls a chair up beside me. My face heats up more and I turn back to my computer.

"Davey, will you please stop being on your computer?" She asks, pouting her lips and leaning her elbows on the arm of my chair, her breasts being squished between her arms. "I want your attention on me."

I turn my head to look at her, only to have my lips brush against her plump lips. My breathing accelerates rapidly, my heart beats faster.

She takes her finger and runs it down my jaw to my chin. "That's better," she whispers, smiling. "I hate it when I don't have your full attention."

My face heats up more. Damn, she's so hot that she's turning me on. I've never been a fan of women all over me, but when Stevie does this, it's hot as hell.

"Davey, are you gonna be working late or can you get off early?" She asks, playing with my hair with one hand.

I blush, ducking my chin down to my chest shyly. I mumble, "I don't know yet."

She pouts her lips at me. "You never know. Come on, I wanna do something with you! You never come out of here except to eat and sleep!" Stevie scolds.

I look up at her, confused. "Why me?" I ask, my voice as quiet as a mouse. "Why not your boyfriend?"

She frowns. "Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend." Stevie grabs my head and looks into my eyes. "Are you high?"

I shake my head. "You're so hot and all, so I just thought you had a boyfriend."

Stevie laughs and shakes her head. "Davey, I'm single."

I look at her in disbelief. "How can you not have a boyfriend?"

"Because I like someone who is super cute, but he won't get the balls to ask me out," she replies, setting her hands on my chest playfully.

I feel all the blood in my body rush towards the top layer of my skin. My eyes unintentionally make their way down to her chest, which seems to pop out at me, begging me to touch. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

But that gets kinda difficult when she begins running her tongue against my neck in slow, rhymic swipes. A small, quiet, involuntary moan slips out from between my lips. I blush, covering my mouth.

"Davey," she whispers, licking my ear. "You're my crush."

My body feels like it's on fire as she continues to taste my throat. She slides her hands down my body and rests them on my thighs.

"Please be mine," she begs, kissing the skin below my ear.

I moan a little louder. "Okay," I whisper, my voice husky from the excitement she is causing me.

I can feel her smile against my skin, causing me to shiver in pleasure. Stevie blows into my ear gently, causing goosebumps to raise up on my skin all over.

"Dave, I really like you," Stevie whispers into my ear. She moves and sits onto my lap, straddling me. She drapes her arms around my neck, her long legs folded up on either side of me.

I can feel every inch of my being beg for her to touch me more. I love the feel of electricity that ignites under my skin and races all over my body.

"Stevie," I begin. She looks down at me, lowering her face so that our lips brush against the other's. "I really like you, too," I whisper, my breath coming out rushed and barely there.

Stevie breaks out in the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I think it damn near stopped my heart. She hugs me, pressing my face into her breasts.

I swear, her breasts are at face level with me when I'm standing up on my feet. I'm so short, but I guess Stevie is okay with that?

"Uh, Stevie, careful for my glasses, okay?" I mumble, my voice probably lost within the vastness of her breasts.
She pulls my head back, so that she can look at me. I blink rapidly, looking up at her.

"Dave, do you know why I've been constantly coming here, even if it's way out of my way?" I shake my head side to side. "It's because I really like you. And I want to be with you. So, what do you say? Will you be mine?"

Stevie stares into my eyes with a look that begs me to accept her as her boyfriend. My face flushes into a dark blush.

"Did you really just ask me out?" I whisper.

She nods, looking at the door. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice the Clan standing there, gaping at us with their mouths hanging open. Alex is the first to move, and he gives us 2 thumbs up with a giant grin on his face. He moves behind the Clan and ushers them onwards. He pops his head back in and smiles widely.

"Make each other happy! And use protection," he says, waving at us and darting off.

I open my mouth to say something, but my eyes make contact with Stevie's and I lose my entire thought process. I sit there looking like a goldfish, opening and closing my mouth. She giggles at my stupid movements.

"Dave, are you embarrassed that your boss just told you to get me laid?" Stevie asks, dragging her finger along my jaw slowly. "You're so adorable when you get embarrassed like this. Your face becomes a cute shade of red that fits you."

I look away, feeling uncomfortable to hear her call me cute and adorable.

I know I'm short and all, but I'm still a guy. I am not cute or adorable. I'm just normal. I'm nothing special. Those girls back in Utrecht were very strange to think I was hot or whatever. I never understood what got their attention. I've always been a computer nerd.

"Daaaaaaaaviiiiiiiiiiiiiid!" I hear Stevie whine. I look up at her to see her cute pout resting upon her lips. "Your attention keeps diverting from me to something else." She's hot when she's upset.

I just stare at her, my wolf, Connor, perking up and clawing to the surface. When a werewolf is aroused, it's hard to keep their wolf at bay, damn near impossible.

"Stevie," I whisper, already knowing my eyes have shifted to the bright blue color my wolf's eyes are. "My wolf is coming out and I'm scared."

She stares into my eyes, concerned. "Dave, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here for you," she says, confidently.

"That's the problem. He wants you...badly," I say, my voice deepening a little as my wolf comes closer to the surface.

"Dave, if he wants to have me, he can. I wanna be used by you. I love you."