Dare To Mate

CARLY WOODS

"Do Omegas moan when they're having sex?"

Addison Cobbler, aka 'Pack Slut' burst forth in laughter almost spilling her mouthful of Bourbon.

I trained my gaze on the task of pouring bourbon neat into the glasses by the bar not daring to look in their direction.

"How about Nate answer the question?" Ophelia, her super bitchy best friend giggled swatting Nate's bulged arm.

Gamma Nate and I were fated mates but he rejected me on the spot a few months ago. He was embarrassed of me and his squad didn't hesitate to tease him over it.

Hating my life, I took the drinks from the bar closer to the most powerful squad in the Brookside Pack in the private club where they hung out once in a blue moon.

"How about Alpha Jace clear this doubt?"

Alpha Jace's caramel blond head snapped from his phone at Addison, his girlfriend's smirking face.

"It's a dare sweetheart," the drunk girl chuckled, "I'm allowing you one night of liberty before our wedding. This lowly runt is all yours tonight."

What sort of a sick game in hell were these wealthy folks playing?

I looked around in horror to realize I was the only Omega serving tonight. Classic joke!

"It's either that or the consequences." Addison filled her mouth again with alcohol.

What were the consequences again?

"Alpha Jace!" Ophelia started to chant and the rest of the squad except Gamma Nate chanted along.

Jace casually shrugged, got to his feet, and walked past me towards the stairs with his sweet woody scent accompanying.

"Come with me!"

His passive tone rendered me unsure. No, this was wrong. Disgusting. No way I ever would sin against my body in such a manner.

My gaze darted to drop on Addison's glaring blue eyes, in a beat, she spilled the content of her glass on my face and uniform. Jeers erupted from the table. It burned terribly.

"I'm being nice." She roared into an amused laugh alongside the girls with her.

The men were either too wasted to care or they loved the drama a little more to want to interrupt.

"Up the fuckin' stairs this second or I send these claws through your goddamn throat. " Addison's claws were out, her gaze grew darker.

With trembling but swift and careful hands, I set the drinks before them and skipped towards the stairs afraid of getting hurt by the beautiful blondie.

Alpha Jace stood by the glass wall with his broad back against the room when I stepped in, the lights were dim casting a sensuous glow to the room. If he noticed my presence in the room he didn't bother to turn.

This man was a brute ruler which made it hard to decipher how to act or what to expect.

"Do you believe in shooting stars?"

The softness of his tone had an eerie effect on me. Our Alpha never was soft with words. He waited as though for an answer and when none came, he glanced over his shoulder at me.

I gulped. Blinked. Unsure of what to do or how to react to his gaze directed my way.

"Come here, I won't bite." He chuckled sexily.

Starting towards him, I stood a fair distance from him.

"Isn't that why we're here?" My cheeks heated when my brain psychoanalyzed my question.

Our gazes snagged, an unwelcome heat suddenly plagued my inner thighs. I hugged my elbows tightly as a welcomed distraction.

"You don't imagine I'd want to stretch you out and fuck you, now do you?"

"It's a good thing, then," I mumbled, hoping he didn't hear the disappointment loud in my tone.

To distract myself the more, I fluttered my thick lashes around the vast bedroom. My night vision was pretty terrible but I managed to make out the big bed and nightstand as Jace moved to stand closer, way closer to me.

"Go wash off."

I didn't understand what his order meant until my eyes left his green ones to settle on my dress soiled with Bourbon.

I obliged, practically running to the bathroom only to return a few minutes later to meet him in bed, his shirt off and hair slightly imperfect, clamped jaws loosened in sleep. My heart tightened at how handsome and tempting he looked even in his sleep.

My gaze darted around the vast room for where to lie, I dared not share the bed with Alpha Jace, it'd certainly cost me my head come morning light.

With nowhere else to lie other than the floor, I searched the drawers for some sheets but found only shirts and other stuff.

"I don't appreciate people in my clothes."

He muttered with his eyes still closed, giving me the impression he was merely sleep-talking.

"There's nothing else to wear. I'm sorry, I'll take this off."

His eyes popped open, a muscle ticked in his cheek, a predatory gaze roved down my body to my hands on the hem of his shirt dropping halfway through my thighs, and raging tremors seized my core.

"Come lie here," he patted a space beside him on the big bed.

I nodded and decided against taking his shirt off. Sleeping completely naked next to him would be straight insanity. Grossly embarrassing.

Keeping a safer distance from Alpha Jace in bed, my body remained unnaturally still like a dead log of wood beneath the eiderdown at the edge of the king-size bed not daring to breathe, bat a lash, or move a muscle, mentally counting down until dawn.

After what felt like an eternity long of silence, I peeked over my shoulder to steal a glance, to see if Jace was asleep. With those eyes shut, he definitely was asleep this time. I lay there watching his face, listening to his rhythmic heartbeats and soft breaths. How on earth was this real?

At nineteen, I knew nothing about men, especially powerful, ruthless ones like this Alpha beside me. All I had prayed for was to get noticed by Gamma Nate, my mate but here I was in bed with his best friend.

I'd definitely suffer a whiplash from how badly I strained to study the features on his harshly attractive face, he looked better than I'd ever seen him; relaxed, off guard, and peaceful. The need to trace the soft stubbles on his jaws became overwhelming.

Growing vastly aware of myself laying next to him, my heart raced aimlessly, his intoxicating woody scent filled and plagued my lungs, budding heat coursed through to all the right places as my eyes roamed his bare chest down to where his toned abs disappeared under the duvet.

All my life, my mate had been all I ever desired which I was proud to say but sharing a bed in the dimly lit room with this beastly creature, I couldn't boldly say that was true any longer.

The temptation to roll over and confidently watch him sleep grew alarmingly. Thoughts of his sensuous lips and tousled hair set my nerves reeling making me wish he'd considered his dare because the way my body reacted to our proximity was unholy.

My hand crept under the duvet and coasted over to my tits. Softly and surreptitiously stroking my puckered nipples in an attempt to ease the prickles plaguing my inner thighs. Feeling and teasing my hardened nipples with my fingertips.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Jace growled, the roughness of his tone made me jolt and my hand instantly snapped from my chest. My heart thrashed erratically as I remained motionless, not daring to breathe.