His Mate [COMPLETE]

Chapter 26 - F Me

My stomach was warm with alcohol. I felt dizzy, but in a good way. I was leaning against Dylan on the couch, trying not to fall asleep.

We had already eaten cake, and now everyone was mingling, and Dylan and I were chatting to another couple on the couch across from ours.

Their names were Gwen and Adam, and they were members of the pack, but they didn't seem intimidated by us. They were really funny.

"And then Adam was climbing out of this ice cold river, cursing me for pushing him," Gwen laughed, and Adam rolled his eyes. I laughed a little harder than I needed to, but alcohol made everything funnier.

"It was awful!" Adam shook his head at the memory. Soon we finished up the conversation, and Dylan and I said our goodbyes and wished Lucas a final happy birthday.

When we got in the Porsche I was reminded of how sexy his lifestyle was. He focused on the road, speeding a little as he drove. I couldn't stop staring at him. I was so horny, and so drunk.

I absentmindedly reached over to his side of the car and grabbed his member over his pants. He looked at me and then back at the road, then back at me.

I started massaging over the area and I felt it stiffen at my touch.

"Not while I'm driving, Quincy." he shook his head. I moved my hand from the tent in his pants to pull his hand over and place it on my breast.

He felt it firmly and bit his lip, trying to control himself before removing his hand.

"Do I need to remind you what happens when you don't do as I say?" he asked, his lip curling up. I felt between my legs ache when he said that.

"Maybe you do...." I grinned, leaning closer to the driver seat.

I began to kiss his ear and made my way down to his cheek, then his neck. He kept driving, trying not to seem phased.

"Misbehaving tonight, are we?" he smirked.

"I was so good at the party though," I whispered to him.

"That's true, you were. But that doesn't mean you get to distract me while I'm driving. You're lucky I don't pull over right now and teach you a lesson," he teased, and I felt my panties get wetter.

"Oh my God, Dylan, please do." I begged, staring at him while he drove. He chuckled and glanced at me.

"We have a bed at our house a couple minutes away, you know." he smirked.

"I want you to take me right here in this sexy car." I whispered into his ear, his erection reaching its full length. He shook his head and chuckled.

"You don't know it yet, but your drunk self is signing you up for a punishment." he smirked, pulling into the garage. I looked at him with innocent eyes.

"I just want you to fuck me, Dylan. I didn't know there was a punishment for being horny..." I said, my eyes staring down at his pants.

He got up out of the car and came around to open my door for me. I stumbled out, grabbing his shoulder for balance.

"Can we take a drive in another one?" I slurred, walking past him to look at all of the cars.

There was a bright red Ferrari that caught my eye. Space was limited, but that car was something else.

"I want you to fuck me in that one," I pointed to it, then looked back at him. The tent in his pants was all I could focus on. I loved that even as a drunk mess acting like a child, I could still make him want me.

"Quincy, why don't we go upstairs?" he said, reaching for my hand.

I ignored it and walked over to the car, pulling my dress up above my waist to reveal my matching panties while I leaned against the hood.

He bit his lip and looked down at my hips, admiring the lace that was begging to be ripped off.

"Do you like that?" I asked quietly, staring him dead in the eyes as I pulled my dress up more, and eventually brought it over my head and threw it so it landed on the back of the car.

I hadn't worn a bra with the dress, and now I was left exposed except for my panties, leaning against his dreadfully expensive car.

"God, Quincy," he sighed, walking towards me until I lifted my leg up against his stomach and stopped him.

"I've waited so long, babe. I want you now." I said seductively, putting my leg down slowly.

"You're so drunk." he chuckled, trying to ignore me.

"But you still want me..." I said, pushing myself off the car and walked up, stopping inches away from him.

He looked down at my swollen breasts and the tiny fabric covering my pussy. I was honestly impressed he hadn't given in yet.

"Please, Alpha." I said softly, pulling myself closer to him as I put my hands on his back.

I had so much confidence, I felt so sexy when he looked at me.

"Put your dress back on or I'll carry you through the lobby like this." he said, hoisting me up over his shoulder.

"Dylan!" I shouted, kicking my legs. He walked over to the back of the car and got my dress, setting me down.

I knew I didn't really have a choice, so I pulled my dress back over my body and took his hand as he led me back up to our room. I was looking at this rationally as much as I could, and I supposed trying to drunkenly seduce him to have sex with me in his car was a bit far-fetched.

But hey, I got so horny when I was drunk.

Finally we made it up to our room, and I took my dress off again, tossing it on the couch. I pulled my panties down and lied down on the bed, waiting for Dylan to change in the closet.

That's about when I fell asleep, apparently.