CHAPTER TWO

LIAM

I dashed out of the apartment and immediately climbed onto my bike. I stared at the location Andrew had texted me, I gritted my teeth and started the engine.

Noah wasn't the type to cause trouble, so, merely thinking of the fact that he was crashing out in a werewolf club made my heart clench. If I saw a scratch on him, I would raze the goddamned club to the ground.

I packed my bike outside the club, and a hiss escaped my lips. The music was too loud and the loud chatters wasn't helping matters. I caught sight of Andrew speedily walking towards me, a grim look on his face.

“He caused ….” He trailed as I brushed past him and entered into the club. The music was louder inside but it all became background noise when I caught sight of Noah.

“ Let me go!” Noah barked, pointing at a security I believed was a werewolf as I could see his claws elongating. The security growled at him and caught his hand to drag him away.

My blood boiled, “ let him go” I said calmly, jaws ticking, muscles bulging. It was the kind of calm that promised the club was going to turn into a bloodbath.

The security caught sight of me and shrank back, the music slowed as every gaze landed on me. They felt it. My pheromone.

Noah grinned, dropped the bottle to the floor and flipped his curly hair backwards. He staggered towards me and I immediately reached to grab him.

“I knew you would come, you always do” he said and leaned on me.

The smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils and I only scrunched my nose, while I held him properly. I ignored the curious gazes and the jealous ones and wrapped my hands around Noah while I turned to walk out of the bar.

“Your human friend ruined a few things, isn't it right that you pay up?” A feminine voice cut through the air. Sharp.

I paused, but I didn't bother to turn around. That singular action seemed to infuriate them as the music died entirely.

“ Why? Why are you the only one to show up?” Noah asked, unaware of the drama that was about to go down. I exhaled, my fist curled. If there was anyone who was supposed to pay, it was them for fucking laying their hands on Noah.

“I will handle it, Adeline,” Andrew said as he walked in. He nodded towards me, then grinned at the woman behind me.

I nodded back at him and outrightly walked away, not bothering with whatever was going to happen after.

Outside the club, I helped Noah get onto the bike and wrapped his hands around my waist while I sped off.

He moaned as the cold breeze grazed his skin, his hands tightened around my waist. I stiffened as his lips found the crook of my neck.

Oh fuck me.

Not here, not outside. Not on this fucking bike. I groaned and increased the speed. It made Noah lean away from my neck. I exhaled, and managed to reign my crawling wolf back.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the apartment and I placed him on the bed.

“ Hmm” he moaned, his hands flew towards me, wrapped around my neck and in the next second, he pulled me closer to him, our lips just an inch apart.

I swallowed hard as my heart slammed hard against my ribcage. His lips were glossy, smeared by his saliva. I haven't had a taste of them but I bet they were soft.

“ You are drunk” i whispered and he moaned even more.

It felt like something in me had been set loose as heat spread throughout my body. I watched his expression. His brows gathered, lips pressed together as his chest rose and fell unevenly. I bit my lips, and tried to control my erratic heart. No, not my heart, my wolf.

“Mine,” my wolf growled as it clawed to the surface. I groaned, reeled my head backwards and immediately pulled Noah's hands away, while I tried to steady my breathing.

Noah whimpered, then tears rolled down his cheek. My throat tightened.

“They…don't..love me” he choked. I didn't realise that I had bent down again, until my knees hit the floor beside the bed as I stared at his face.

What was wrong with him? Why did he even go to a club? And …why was he drunk?

“It's okay. I'm here…if no one loves you …I…I.. I'm your bestfriend” I said but the words sounded bitter in my tongue.

Best friend? This has to be the most ridiculous excuse ever.

“Hm, hot” he said, and began tugging on his shirt, trying to pull it away. His skin flashed underneath the shirt and my fingers curled.

Noah! How much punishment do I have to take?

It's bad enough I breathe in his scent, listen to his damn voice, look at his fucking lips and still can't do anything. And now, …now I'm supposed to watch him strip himself or perhaps I'm supposed to strip him myself?

Because he was feeling hot?

I could literally feel self control eluding me but I held onto it. Held onto my sanity, held onto my wold but he wasn't stopping.

“ It's hot” he groaned and i exhaled. Rough. Controlled.

I bent down again, swallowed.

Inhale….

Exhale….

Then I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Each button that went down was like a silent invitation but all I could do was stare, want and bury the thoughts.

“Fast” he whispered and my cock hardened.

All it took was one word. One word that I had fantasized him saying while being under me.

“ Please” he added, and tugged on his jeans.

My throat bobbed…up and down, then I reached for his jeans and unzipped it. It was like I was unwrapping a gift, slow and expectant.

“ Hot” he whispered again and my heartbeat slowly dangerously. I paused.

When he said he was hot. It wasn't his temperature, It wasn't because he was hot …it was….

His dick sprang free. Hard.

Oh fuck my luck.