His Mate [COMPLETE]

Chapter 5 - The Drunk Guy Again

The rest of dinner went smooth. I felt so much closer to him now that he had opened up to me and I'd done the same.

I'd only met him earlier that day and already he was making me like him.

I stood up and realized I was a bit wobbly from all of the margaritas.

"Too much to drink, little mate?" Dylan asked, grabbing my hand and helping me to my feet.

I nodded. He put his arm around my waist and opened the door for us. As we were walking to the front I admired the restaurant once more.

But then I noticed something.

A familiar man sitting at a table across from another younger man. He looked scruffy. Then I remembered.

Beta Alex of the West Moon Pack.

A.K.A. The drunk guy who grabbed me and called me a tease when I worked at Perry's. Suddenly we made eye contact and my drunk ass just had to say something.

"Beta Alex!" I blurted, fake excited. His eyes widened at the sight of Dylan next to me.

Dylan stopped walking and turned towards the man, clearly confused.

"How have you been? Last night you were an idiot at my bar and now you're an idiot in another place! I guess not much changed." I giggled. I couldn't believe the things coming out of my mouth. I was drunk with power.

And also alcohol.

"Do you two know each other?" Dylan asked me, frowning. At this point Beta Alex looked very concerned and the closer tables were staring at us.

"Yeah, actually. This is the Beta of the West Moon Pack." I turned to face Dylan. "Last night he asked me to drink with him while I was working at the bar, hit on me, and then got aggressive when I rejected him." I rolled my eyes and looked back to Beta Alex.

He looked ashamed. I felt sorry for a moment before remembering how rude he was. It was so unlike me to say this. If I was sober I'd let it go and not want to make a scene. But I was drunk and mad. And I was going to teach this idiot a lesson.

I turned to Dylan and realized his eyes were starting to glow yellow. I didn't want to see his wolf come out.

I fucked up.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not hurt, he was just rude, okay?" I tried to calm Dylan down, pushing him away as he glared at Alex.

"I'm going back to my pack. This shit is too weird." Alex said, heading for the door.

"No, you'll be coming with us." Dylan said, his eyes starting to shift back to a normal state.

"What?" I questioned Dylan. He only answered with a smirk.

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Dylan had his men come detain Alex and that was the last I saw before we got in the car.

"What's gonna happen to him?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"We'll see. I don't like people who antagonize women just trying to work." he responded.

I liked his morals. He may have been controlling and possessive of me, but he made sure I wasn't disrespected. He was a true gentlemen.

When we got to the house and into our room I realized I had no clothes to sleep in.

"Do you possibly have any pajamas around here I could wear?" I asked him.

"Oh, no, little mate. You'll be sleeping nude." he said, smirking.

"Pardon?" I said, regretting all I thought about him being gentlemanly.

"We both will. I believe that as my mate your body belongs to me and I should have access to it at all times. Same goes for me. I am yours and you are mine." he explained to me.

"Oh.. okay" I complied. He had already seen me naked, but I usually slept in at least a t-shirt. This just made me feel... vulnerable.

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take off my dress. When I walked out, Dylan was sitting up with the comforter covering just above his hips. He had a laptop in his lap and he looked deep in thought. When he saw me he didn't take his eyes off me.

He looked me up and down, spending a little extra time on my chest and my hips. I rolled my eyes and got under the covers.

"What are you working on?" I asked him.

"Nothing too important." he said, closing his laptop and putting it back on the nightstand.

My stomach gurgled with tequila and I squirmed, trying to get comfortable on my side of the bed. But the more I looked at Dylan, with his muscular arms and his defined abs, the more I wanted him.

Alcohol made my sex drive go through the roof.

I scooted up next to him and snuggled against his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss against my forehead and wrapped his arms around me.

I slowly dropped the covers below my breasts. He raised an eyebrow and grinned, and I kept pulling the covers lower.

"Oops. It's hot." I giggled.

Dylan stared at my tits for a minute before sighing and looking me in the eyes.

"Tell me what you want, little mate." he said huskily.

"Isn't it obvious?" I reached my hand for his cock, and it was already hard at the sight of me. It pleased me to know I did to him exactly what he did to me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head as he leaned over me. He was so sexy.

"Tell me what you want, Quincy. I can't give you what you want unless you tell me." he growled lowly. I quivered and felt between my legs get extremely hot and bothered.

"I want you to fuck me." I smirked.

"Well I want to fuck you too, little mate. I want to fuck you senseless until you're cumming over and over again, screaming my name and shaking uncontrollably." He said deeply, and I felt his hot breath on my neck. Wetness pooled between my legs, I was on fire.

He kissed me and soon his tongue was in my mouth, his hips slightly grinding against mine. I explored his mouth, he tasted sweet and he was a great kisser. I moaned, wanting more.

"But," he said, pulling away. "I can't do that." he sighed and released my wrists, leaning back to his side of the bed.

"W-Why not??" I asked, my voice hungry for him.

"Because you are drunk, and you don't really want this. And I'm not going to take advantage of you no matter how hard it is to hold myself back." he muttered, biting his lip.

I understood. And I was grateful for how he handled the situation. In the morning I'd be glad that nothing happened, but for now my body ached for him.

I nuzzled into his chest and he placed his arm around my waist, hand on my ass as he pulled me in closer. I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder, and it was the first night in forever I slept well.