For Moon's Sake!

Chapter 9: Worse. Night. Ever.

                “Hrrey Rulllle,” slurred Ryan Thompson, his eyes glossy from his own getting plastered.

               Seriously? He was already this damn drunk? How long had I been up in the room making myself presentable? Good moon beams, please let my brother be a little better than this, if not practically sober already.

               “I think you’re right for once,” Shelly coughed and took off to find Nick, leaving me to stare in horror as my future Alpha tried to lock lips with me. Bitch.

               “Hey Ryan,” I said, my head twisting away from him before those vile, no doubt pus-filled, STD lethal weapons could even smear themselves along my skin. My best friend had abandoned me to our pack’s most – wait did Bryan hold the title now? Never mind. All I knew was there was no way I was contracting some all-over-body form of crotch rot from one of the main manwhores of my pack.

               Sure, my brother was a manwhore in his own right – but he was nowhere as whoring as our future leaders. I’m pretty sure they’ve stuck it in girls across the nation. Another shudder ran through me as Ryan moved his hand down my bicep, his eyes widening a minute. Ugh, what was with him?

               Ryan Thompson was seriously starting to creep me out.

               “Hey… Ryan… Think you could let go so I could… Get a drink?” I looked up at him from under my eyelashes hoping he wouldn’t see how I was trying not to gag.

               For some reason his lips twitched then spread into a huge grin – a drunken one, and therefore kind of revolting. Then, before I could do anything, the bastard crushed me to his chest and mumbled something in my hair.

               ‘James, I don’t care if your throat deep or what, but right now, if you don’t peal a certain future alpha off me, you’re not going to have a sister anymore because I will personally, and gladly, walk myself into a crematorium oven. I honestly can’t risk surviving this and my flesh rotting away for the rest of my short painful years.’

               ‘Ra- ooooo….’

               ‘James, focus you horny bastard!’

               ‘Your such a party-‘

               ‘JAMES!’

               ‘Alright. I’ll… Alright, I’m on my way. Damn, cock blocked on my birthday and right when Wendy was going to-‘

               ‘Finish that thought and I walk us both into that crematorium oven.’

               ‘Grouch. I hope you find your mate tonight and get some after a fun all four leg run. Hell, do it animal style so you can both watch x-files.’

               ‘Those are not the lyrics to that song. You have shamed me.’

               I was really starting to get pissed off as I struggled in Ryan’s arms while my brother grumbled about my OCD perfection when it comes to quoting song lyrics by artists I found myself interested in. The Bloodhound Gang deserved to have one of their most hilarious and sexually personified songs, The Bad Touch, properly quoted, I couldn’t help my damn personality. Right now I wished I could control Ryan’s as his hands began to wander a bit down my hips causing me to jerk against him in an attempt to get the hell away.