Tiffany Smith heard the crash that led her to Thaddeus Grey. Everything about it was wrong. Thaddeus was in the driver's seat and the person in the passenger's eat was his boyfriend. How could they possibly be mates?
There has always been one thing...
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CHAPTER WARNING: This chapter contains drug use and FxF kiss. Last but not least: a "possessive" mate.
♡ Breathe You Out, KANEHOLLER ♡
TIFFANY
Euphoria.
That’s the only way I can describe the way I feel right now. I can hear my heart beating in my chest. I can feel my blood running through my veins. The feeling won’t last long. The metabolism of a werewolf works fast. I see the girl from earlier walking towards me with a huge grin on her face.
“I’ve been trying to find you!” she yells over the music playing in the club.
“Oh?” I reply. “Why?”
Her arm suddenly going up. She dangles a small plastic bag in front of me. It contains two small pills.
“You got more?” I ask her. “How?"
“I’ve got my ways!” she replies over the music.
“You screwed the dealer, didn’t you?” I ask even though I probably I already know the answer.
She winks at me with a smile. I shake my head in disbelief. She opens the bag and picks out a happy pill.
“Open,” she tells me.
I open my mouth, obeying. I feel when the pill the land on my tongue. I swallow it. I shiver. I’m not sure if it’s because I can’t wait to feel the high again or because I’m cold.
“Oh God,” I moan. “This feels amazing.”
“I know,” the girl replies swallowing down the remaining pill. “Molly is my best friend.”
Blinded by the high, I nod, happily agreeing with her. I shive once again. My attention is pulled from the girl in front of me to the entrance of the club. Heat all around me rises when I finally focus on why. Mark and Tate have entered the establishment. As if he can feel my stare, he meets my eyes. Some guy comes over and starts dancing on me. My roll back at the heighten feel of him on me. I moan. When I look at the girl, she’s grinning wide once again. She kisses the guy behind me. I gasp as I’m sandwiched between them both.
I can’t resist my own urges. I pull her face away from the guy. I bring her closer to me. looking behind her, straight at Tate, I kiss her. She welcomes it. I feel her smile against my lips. I feel hands all over me. Tate face shows jealousy and anger. I close my eyes. Large hands roam around my hips while smaller ones find my breasts. I moan.
Everything seems to disappear off into the distance. I can no longer hear the music. I can’t feel anyone but the guy and the girl I’m in between. Then it suddenly comes back. I open my eyes. Tate is standing beside me. The girl stands on my other side fuming.
“Hey, you’re interrupting!” she yells over the music.
“Yeah, man,” the guy agrees.
“You’re done,” Tate growls. I jump at the sound.
Who knew the little omega would become so confident in himself to growl for his mate? I know I nor the two behind me didn’t. The guy raises his hands in surrender in my peripheral vision. The girl takes the guy’s arm and pulls him away from Tate and me.
I can’t force myself to look away from Tate. He’s captured all my attention. He looks so innocent in this club. He doesn’t seem like the type to come to a place like this. This must be Mark’s doing. Mark is the type of person to come here and bring his boyfriends. Speaking of Mark, where is he?
Tate takes a hold of me. He pulls me to God knows where. Eventually, we step into a different room. Tate closes the door behind us. The music playing becomes muffled.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tate’s voice is hard.
“I don’t know what you mean” Tate shakes his head in disbelief.
“The ecstasy, Tiffany,” he says.
“I’ve used it once before,” I reveal.
His face contorts with confusion. He narrows his eyes.
“Drugs are bad for you,” Tate states.
“Yes, but that doesn’t stop people from using them. Certainly not those people out there,” I retort.
“I don’t want you using drugs, Tiffany,” he says. His voice is soft. There’s something in his eyes I would call concern.
My right palm lands on his chest. I look up at him through my eyelashes. I look at his lips. I lick my lips. He follows the movement. I step up onto my toes, bringing my face closer to his. At that moment, I feel the drugs flush out of my system. It’s replaced with sparks. I lean in to him and kiss him. I pull away. Then Tate holds my head in his hands and pulls me back towards him. The kiss turns passionate and fiery. Tate’s hands move down towards my bottom. He pulls up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I moan. He takes a few steps and sets me down on the table in the room. My hands explore his body over his clothes. He gentles pushes me down flat on the table with his own body.
Tate pulls way. I open my eyes to find him already looking at me. We look at each other for a long time. He’s all I see. I hope I’m all he sees. We don’t speak. I’m scared to dare say a word. Tate comes back down, gently placing a peck at my lips. I let out a small whimper. Thaddeus moans softly.
“Tiffany,” he whispers against me.
I smile. I feel the fluttering in my heart as I hear his voice say my name. He deepens the kiss. Sparks course through my body ‘till all I feel are fireworks. The music was gone. The rest of the world disappeared around us. My arms reach up and tangle around his neck. I arch towards his body. I brush against his member. I gasp at the hardness. He groans in response.
This is so much better than anything I could’ve imagined it to be. This was a dream come true. I was willing to hold on to it. Whatever it takes.
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