Chapter || 2

Chapter 002

Lucas' POV

My hands in her hand, the soft warmth of her skin against mine, I tried to ignore the jolt of pleasure that coursed through my veins. This was wrong. So damn wrong. I was promised to another. Megan, the Beta's daughter. A perfect political match. The future Luna that everyone expected me to have.

But with my wolf howling from just my fingers brushing against Allie's, I knew I couldn't fight it.

She was my mate.

But she was also human... and I didn't want to freak her out. Hell, most humans in Maple Hollow didn't even know we existed. There was only one pack here... Nightingale—and my mother was the Alpha. Which, yeah, made me Alpha-in-training, if you hadn't guessed that already. And on top of all that, every single one of my hockey teammates was a werewolf too. Even Coach and our sponsors were in on it, which made hiding the truth from the rest of the town even more complicated.

My head was a fucking mess. My wolf, Thorne, was pacing and snarling inside my skull, practically clawing at my insides. We had just found our mate. Not... just. The moment I walked into the bar, my eyes found the back of her brown hair that curled at the ends. I felt the bond.

I was hoping that when I talked to her, she'd feel the same. But the second I looked into those stormy grey eyes, I knew she was human.

She was hot as hell in this black dress, the cutouts hinting at the curves beneath and Damn. My thoughts short-circuited every time I looked at her. She walked ahead of me toward my car, and I swear to God, I almost lost it. I could see her ass and it’s a really nice ass, perfectly rounded, a view that made my wolf snarl with possessiveness. Her legs were flawless, long and toned, down to the heels that made her barely reaching my shoulders.

She turned and our eyes locked. She smiled.

Fuck this.

I had her pressed to my car in two seconds, my hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against me. And I’m ravishing her plump lips, nibbling and sucking, a desperate, hungry kiss that tasted like everything I’d ever wanted. From the way she struggled to keep up, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, I gathered that this might be her first time being kissed like that.

I broke the kiss, panting slowly with uneven breaths, my chest heaving. Now that my wolf and I have gotten a full taste of what our mate tastes like, I'm barely sure we’d be able to hold it in for long. Thorne was practically vibrating with satisfaction, a low purr rumbling through my veins.

I reached up and gently tucked a few wild strands of hair behind her pretty ears. It was a desire seated in me to do something soft and more... I'd say human, just so I could balance the animal in me.

Then I pulled back and opened the passenger side door for her. She slid in with a tiny little blush dusting her cheeks, her legs crossed daintily. It's taking me serious skill to focus right now. All I can hear in my head is "Mate. Mine." Thorne's voice, deep and feral, wouldn't stop chanting it.

My grip on the wheel tightened. I blew out a breath and tried to think about literally anything else. But beside me, Allie kept sneaking glances, her eyes darting toward me like she didn't know what to make of what just happened. She was cute like that. Her cheeks were still red. Her fingers twisted together in her lap, fidgeting.

"Mate," Thorne growled again.

'Stop it, Thorne. She's human. We are not freaking her out. It's going to be one night and that's it. We've been promised to Megan." I hissed the thought back at him. My jaw was clenched so hard, it ached.

Finding your mate was a big fucking deal in the Nightingale Pack. Like, life-changing. Sacred is the word I'd use. But no way in hell was I showing up with a human mate. Mother would rip Allie limb but limb. And she'd make me stand and watch. Alpha Mireille was that cruel and unyielding when it came to pack law and tradition, especially when it involved the Alpha heir.

The car skidded to a stop in front of my apartment. It was a two-story house, more of a sprawling modern mansion really, with five bedrooms each having an en-suite and a mini kitchen. Privacy was a must for us.

I stepped out and walked around, opening the door for her like a gentleman, even though all I wanted to do was haul her back into my arms.

"You live here?" She asked, her voice tingling with surprise as she looked up at the building with slightly wide eyes. Then she turned her eyes back on me.

I nodded, stepping in close. Brought two fingers beneath her chin, lifting it gently so her eyes stayed on me and not the mansion behind me.

“Don’t tell me you’re having a change of heart about this?” I growled.

Her eyeballs moved, darting from my eyes to my lips. She licked her lips, and then, with a sudden, bold move that stole my breath, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down, sealing my lips with hers.

That undid the last thread of control I had left.

I groaned, grabbing her waist and tugging her body tight against mine. Our mouths moved together in a messy, desperate rhythm. By the time we pulled apart, I was breathless... and rock hard.

I didn’t even think. I just moved. I hoisted her small frame against me and her legs instinctively wrapped around my torso, clamping around me.

Hot as hell. And totally, completely mine.

We barely made it upstairs to my bedroom and my lips were on hers again. I lay her down and came on top of her, cradling myself between her spread legs. I let her feel how hard I was, rubbing myself against her.

"Tell me you've done this before, Allie cat." My breaths were ragged as I stared deep into her misty eyes, awaiting her answer.

"Uhm... This is my first time," Allie said in a hushed tone, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and unblinking, and I could see the lust dripping from her gaze, mixed with a hint of nervousness that made her bite her lower lip. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and her fingers on my shoulders trembled slightly.

I halted mid-undressing her, my hands clutching the hem of her dress. My mind went blank for a second.

What the fuck? She was a virgin? I kissed a virgin? I was about to fuck a virgin!!! My stomach churned, and I couldn't fight the scowl that crept onto my face.

Allie, sensing my hesitation, grabbed my neck with both hands and forced me to look at her. Her grip was surprisingly strong, her nails digging into my skin. "No, no, you can’t stop now, Lucas," she pleaded, her voice shaky.

I tried to wiggle out of her grip, but her hands were like fucking vice grips. "Lucas, no, don’t," she whispered, her voice breaking a little.

"I can’t have sex with you, Allie cat," I blurted out. I knew it was a ridiculous time to call her by her nickname at this time but it just slipped out. My mind was racing, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was painfully hard, my dick throbbing with need, but this was too much. I didn’t have sex with virgins. Ever. It was a fucking rule, one I’d never broken.

"Lucas, you can’t bring me here and not do anything," Allie said, her voice rising slightly, tinged with frustration. Her hands moved from my neck to my chest.

"I can't pop your cherry!" I yelled at her, my heartbeat was erratic, and although I was painfully hard, almost to the point that I needed to have a release or I'd lose my fucking mind. But I didn't have sex with virgins.

"Please. Lucas, please. In..." Her eyes roamed around the room until they landed on the wall clock. "In a few minutes, I'll be 18."

I shoot my eyebrows up, confused. "What does that have to do with me?"

"I don't wanna be 18 and still a virgin, don't you get it? You have to sleep with me. You must," Allie's chest heaved up and down and her eyelids flicked down to my erection. "Why are you fighting it?" She whispered slowly.

I ran my hand through my hair, cursing inwardly. Something in my head, my instincts that I'd always trusted, told me this decision would change my life forever. Only, I didn't know if it was for better or for worse.

Allie came to a kneeling position and she pulled her dress over her head. Damn. Those tits. Allie's hands found my shirt and she pulled it off, her gaze roaming over my chest.

"Lucas, I want this. You don't get to make that choice for me."

I cupped her face and kissed her softly. "Fine, I don't have a condom... Are you clean?" My fingers trembled despite the warmth and the heat on our bodies. I was nervous. I'd never had sex with a virgin. What and what could I do to make her first time a... memorable one?

I could make use of my fingers, see if she could adjust. With my lips still on hers, I nudged her wet entrance with a finger. It slipped in slowly, no hindrance. Breaking the kiss, my gaze held hers as I added another digit in her.

"Are you... Are you comfortable? Is this okay? I could take it..."

Allie's breath steadied, and she moaned; the sound was music to my ears. I stretched her slowly and with each stroke, she gasped, moaning loudly. The nasty sounds of my fingers moving in and out of her core filled the room.

She looked so fucking sexy with her hair, a halo around my pillows and her mouth hung open, eyes shut.

"More," She gasped, moving her hips.

I kissed her tits, making sure to swirl my tongue around a nipple. I covered one boob with my mouth, sucking and biting and licking while I caressed the other boob.

"Lucas, it's almost midnight." Allie half-moaned, her lids drooping so low. "I want you. I'm losing this V-card before I turn 18. Please," Allie breathed out, her hands found the waistband of my joggers somehow. "Five minutes before midnight."

With an eye roll, I tugged my joggers down, and my boxer shorts came off next, freeing my throbbing dick. Allie lay back, clamping her eyes shut. "Get on with it, Lucas." She urged.

I came to a position over her that I figured would be the most comfortable, considering she hasn't done this before. I thrust into her slowly and still. Her small, easy breaths made me pull out and ram in again; this time, she yelped.

"Are you okay?"

She bit her lip. I was worried she'd draw blood. Her eyes, which were clamped shut, went open. "It hurts... a bit. Go slow," She mumbled.

Fuck. She was tight. It was hell staying in position and stroking as slow as I could. Her walls clamped around my dick, the tightness making me grunt in pleasure.

"Go faster now, it hurts less."

I pumped in and out of her, her hips raised to match my rhythm and soon, I had her moaning my name, a screaming, squirming mess. I couldn't stop, each stroke, bringing me closer and closer to falling apart. But I had to wait for Allie. And so, I increased my pace.

"Lucas... Oh my god, oh... oh... I think it's... Fuck!!!" Allie let out an ear-splitting cry as her orgasm washed over her. Her back arched and her body trembled violently.

With her walls squeezing my dick, I couldn't hold it any longer. I came right along with her, spilling my seed inside of her.

The moment I orgasmed, I felt different. Like I wasn't in control of my actions. My whole head was hot and I growled, my eyes turning a deep shade of amber.

No. No. No.

I think it was too late. My fangs were out and I had sunk them in her neckline, almost at her collarbone. Pleasure zinged through my veins but I fought it.

This wasn't me. This was Thorne taking control. This was Thorne marking our mate. That bastard. No wonder he'd gone silent. My fangs dripped with blood. Her blood.

"Allie... Allie cat... wake up. Open your eyes." I shook an unconscious, naked and vulnerable-looking Allie in my arms. My eyes snapped to where Thorne had bitten her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Triple Fuck. This bite wasn't just a mark alone. This bite... This bite could turn Allie into a werewolf.

My chest heaved. Her skin was pale, her lips parted just slightly, her breathing shallow as hell. I pressed my forehead against hers, desperate and terrified.

Her skin was pale, her lips parted just slightly, her breathing shallow as hell. I pressed my forehead against hers, desperate and terrified.

“Shit, Allie, please…” My voice cracked. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “Wake up. I didn’t mean... no, I didn’t want it to go this way.”

The coppery scent of her blood made my stomach twist. I hated how good it smelled. Thorne had taken over without warning, shoved me out like I was nothing. Like he got to choose when and how we did this.

And now she was lying here, bitten, marked. Maybe turning. Maybe dying. What's worse is that I didn't know which one it was.

What the hell had I done?

My fangs retracted with a sickening snap and I spat the taste of her blood onto the floor, disgusted with myself. The fact that she wasn't moving scared the shit out of me more than anything. I gripped her tighter, burying my face in the crook of her neck where I’d marked her... where Thorne had. The skin there was already darkening around the edges.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered in a hoarse voice. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to… claim you. Not like this.”

Feet shuffled at the door, and when I raised my head, my eyes locked with Drew, my best friend. He took in the sight and made me come closer, but I growled.

"We've got to dispose of the body, Lucas. We can't let the Alpha know you killed a human."

"She's my mate, Drew. No one touches her," I deadpanned.