Chapter four

Lights out

POV: Winston

I impaled into her, burying myself inside of her, moaning loudly at the feeling of her walls tightening around my dick.

"Oh, fuck!" She screamed, bouncing against me. "Yes, yes yes!"

Her appealing screams and shrill gasps were all the gratification I needed. I took her hard and fast against the wall, pulling her hair back and pounding into her.

"Mark me," she suddenly whispered. "Do it. Do it now, Winston. Please."

The desperation in her eyes, the sensations in my head.

The funny thing, I almost did it. I almost committed the most dangerous blunder of our species. Marking someone that wasn't destined as mine. That wasn't created for me.

"Do it, Winston. Mark me. Claim me as yours. You want to. I know you want to." 

She was raising and dropping herself on my dick, her breasts, bouncing every time she moved, nipples grazing my chest. She whined her hips into me, moaning and gasping. "Oh, oh my god, Winston!"

And then the craziest shit happened to me. Her face. Her eyes. They began to change and take the form and shape of a woman I have never met. A woman whose face, whose eyes has appeared in my dreams more than once.

A face, a scent I've been searching for all my life. 

"Do it, Winston. I know you want to. Just do it."

I almost marked her. I almost did.

Suddenly, I wasn't fucking the woman I brought into this room with me. I was fucking my mate, the person destined for me. Almost like a dream. A hallucination.

I felt the urge to mark her all of a sudden. I almost sank my teeth into the flesh of her neck but was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.

"No Winston. You don't want to do this." 

It was Nathan.

My vision started to clear. I snapped out of it, dropping the woman from my grasp.

"Fuck off!" he screamed at her and she scurried away half-naked, very frightened.

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself as I adjusted my jeans and buckled up. 

When had he entered the room?

I rubbed my face, burying my face in my hands. Fuck, that was a close call.

"I warned you. What were you thinking? You almost marked her Winston." he queried.

"I'm aware, Sherlock," I answered him as I walked towards a seat in the room. 

I just collapsed on the couch.

"Oh really? I don't think you are aware of how much you almost completely fucked up, Winston. Because you almost broke an important law a minute ago," he reminded me.

I groaned, rubbing my face even harder this time.

"Okay, I admit I wasn't thinking okay? I wasn't and I don't know what came over me. I was just – I don't know" I sighed again.

"Is that how desperate you are? Desperate to mark someone. Anyone?"

I didn't grace him with an answer, trying to calm my breathing.

"Maybe you should stay away from women for a while, you don't want to make any stupid mistakes that you will certainly regret later," he advised.

"You're right." I combed my hair with my fingers, nodding slightly in agreement.

We walked out of the room, heading back to the club. He took one look at the women laughing, dancing on the poles, grinding against each other, kissing each other and beckoning on us to join them and he suddenly stopped.

"You know what?" He turned to look at me, "We've had enough for one night. I'll call a driver asap, we're leaving." He took my hands pulled me towards the entrance and to the car, pausing beside it to make a phone call as I tried to recollect myself.

That face. That scent.

I must have imagined the face, but that sent was hers. I hadn't imagined that.

My mate.

She must have been in that club. She must have been there. I could smell her.

But what if I was just imagining the whole thing? What if it was all in my head?

I shook my head, refusing to see this as nothing short of a breakthrough. A nudge in the right direction. A sign from the moon goddess that I have been waiting for, for decades.

I will find her. Sooner or later.

It was a quick drive back to my estate, seeing as my home was very close to the club.

Although it was past 1 am in the morning, the lights inside were still on and I knew Nancy must have given up on waiting for me to arrive. Seemed like Nancy and the other workers had already left for their rooms because the entire living room was empty.

I walked towards the kitchen– almost staggering – to get a glass of water. My mouth was parched and dried up like I had swallowed a bucket of sand.  

Nathan was right behind me.

I still felt weird about what I had almost done earlier. I couldn't have imagined what would happen if I marked someone that wasn't my mate.

That was werewolf law. You are not to mark someone who isn't your mate or else punishment will be given. And you do not want to know what kind of punishment awaits.

Damn. I shouldn’t have had so much alcohol.

I was desperate and I knew it. I needed to find her. I needed to find her soon before I lose it and commit a taboo.

I shivered. I fetched the water from a compartment on the door of my massive fridge. It was a rare design that I saw on one of my trips to Berlin. I immediately fell in love with it and bought it right away. It was embedded inside the wall in my kitchen.

"Move over," Nathan walked over to me and shoved me playfully, and the water spilled on my shirt.

"Now? How much of a moron can you get?" I scoffed.

"Oh! So I'm the moron now huh? Says the idiot that almost marked a total stranger" he charged. 

"You can't use that against me, dickhead!" I wanted to fling my cap on his head.

"Yes, I can! And I will! You had better watch your mouth." he smirked and turned to get his water.

"I hate you and I hope you choke on your water and die a miserable death." I threw a nearby napkin at him.

He laughed like the evil maniac bastard that he was.

I decided to get back to work to take my mind off the horribly embarrassing memory and check if my secretary had emailed the minutes of the meeting and the legal documents back to me so that I could cross-check and leave my signature on the documents.

"Hey, hey, where are you going?!" Nathan called out when he saw me heading to my office. "Room's that way, asshole!"

I groaned, "I know, I know, I have to get some work done."

"Nuh uh! No way in hell, man! It's two in the fucking morning. Get some rest, tomorrow is another day."

I opened my mouth to say something.

"And DON'T YOU DARE SAY; I'll rest when I'm in my grave!" He snapped.

I snapped my mouth shut.

"Shower! Bed! Now!" He reiterated

I sighed, making a beeline to my room and since I had already taken a bath earlier this evening, I decided to ignore the bubbling jacuzzi take a shower this time around. 

Standing in the shower stall, I soaped and scrubbed myself clean, washing off the sweat and grime of the club.

I got out after a few minutes and toweled myself dry, wrapping a bathrobe around myself. My bathroom was massive and my walk-in closet was right beside it. Those were my favorite part of the room. 

I walked into the closet and immediately, the sight of Prada, silk, trousers, scarves, sweatpants, sportswear, shoes, belts, and other accessories greeted me.

I believed in style and I believed in class and my closet was a testament to that fact.

My clothes were arranged in an array of colors, my diamond wristwatches, necklaces, and cuff links on careful displays. Shoes of different brands hung from the racks and even my most mundane clothes had a designer label slapped on them.

I dressed in comfortable nightwear and collapsed on my bed, the thought of what happened earlier flashed before my eyes once again and I groaned loudly. 

I rolled onto my back and covered my face with a pillow and screamed into it.

"Somebody kill me now" I muttered.

"Oh, I would be honored to do so. Go to bed idiot!" Nathan shouted from outside my door.

I threw my pillow at it.

"Leave me the fuck alone Nathan. How did you even hear me? I whispered!" I shouted back.

"I'm sure you did!" he shouted as he shut his door with a loud bang.

Fucktard. I sighed and forced myself to go to sleep, a smile on my face, for once.

Thank the heavens for that fucktard that just saved me from making a big mistake.