Chapter three

Taboo

POV: Winston

I sighted something in the woods and I couldn't get the scent because the wind kept blowing it away from me. A fast movement moved behind me, it felt so rushed. And that exact point, I knew who was directly at my back. 

"Asshole! I know it's you!" I shouted.

A burst of hearty laughter greeted me in response.

My eyes immediately turned into an insane yellow, everything started to look brighter, sharper. I felt my bones begin to shift inside me, snapping, lengthening, and popping through my skin then back into its original place. My face changed first and I could feel the fur sprout from my body. The moment I leaped into the air to chase after him, my clothing ripped off from my body as the size of my muscles increased. 

In a flurry and mad burst of energy, I had transformed into a wolf. 

I went after him, finally giving in to this primal part of me, relishing the wind slapping into my face, a shrill excitement bubbling in my stomach as I chased after my best friend. 

The actual reason I have my house in the woods is that I’m a werewolf. I loved the ample space and opportunity it offered me to let loose and run around in my true form.

As I said earlier, I was searching for my mate and I need to find her. Settling for someone from my pack would be best and that's what I am hoping for. Sadly, I have not found anyone that has snapped that bond in place yet.

I kept running after my stupid best friend. He was trying to be sneaky again, damn Nathan. We ran for hours non-stop and it was crazy, it was like we were racing each other.

He had always been the faster runner, his bones and frame, thinner and svelter than my large, bulky frame. What I lacked in speed and stealth, I made up for in intellect and raw strength.

We stopped at the back gate leading into the house, and then we both transformed into humans again before entering the house, laughing and holding each other.

"What do you want, really?" I asked him, assuming seriousness. 

I picked up a towel from the pile of neatly folded towels in the basement we just walked into and rubbed my face clean, excitement from the run we just had was still tingling my bones. 

My basement was pretty amazing for a basement, it was kind of like an underground haven for me to conduct my 'other' activities. It had a tv, computers, a bathroom and other things that I use. 

"I told you that I was coming back, Winston and here I am." He smiled sheepishly.

I sighed, knowing it was going to be hectic from now on. 

"Hey, don't look like that!" He patted my back. "You need all the help and company you can get."

Shrugging, I walked into the closet at the other end of the room and picked out sweatpants and a t-shirt for myself, putting them on.

"Hey! What about me?!" Nathan protested.

"Get your own clothes," I answered gruffly.

He wasted no time in raiding my closet and came back out, dressed in a black Louis Vuitton shirt and dark designer jeans, his legs clad in timberland.

He tossed me the clothes he had gathered in his hand, "get dressed, we're going out."

"No, we're not. I have work to do."

"It's just one night, Winston. Losen up and welcome me properly for coming to see you."

I rolled my eyes, abandoning the clothes on the floor and going to grab the keys to my Tesla. My second favorite brand of cars. "You owe me."

"I owe me!" Nathan pumped his fists in the air and followed after me.

We jumped into the car and raced out of the estate, heading to Borders, a club that night that catered primarily to our species. 

It was a popular club among our pack and although a small number of humans attended the club, most of its attendees were werewolves. 

We headed for our usual spot in the club, a VIP section usually kept specifically for us, whether we booked the section or not. We ordered drinks and got seated, Nathan had invited a pretty blonde over and she brought her friends. Soon, different women flocked around us the moment they knew we were around and of course, we used them to our satisfaction. 

I drank shot after shot of expensive tequila and whiskey. Another benefit of being a werewolf, I could hold my liquor in. I never easily got drunk except I drank a whole lot of alcohol, and when I mean a whole lot I mean a great number of bottles.

Drinks were passed, pots were offered. I never did hard drugs because I never liked the idea of being addicted to anything that didn't work for me. Of letting something else control you entirely.

To my left, a girl was snorting a line of coke and Nathan was drinking up tequila from a lady's belly button. She was laughing, enjoying herself, her hands splayed in his hair.

We drank and laughed and drank some more and I realized when I was starting to get buzzed. I liked this feeling the best. The feeling of being high above your stress. Your problems. The feeling of floating.

"Hey, Winston," a sultry voice that I could not recognize cooed into my ear, fingers teasing my hair.

"Hey," I answered, trying to blink the spots out of my eyes. 

My vision was blurred so I could not see her properly but I knew she sat down beside me.

She placed a hand on my chest, her fingers running through my chest; teasing the hairs at the top of my chest, left visible because I usually leave a few buttons open.

I relaxed under her soft touches, my hands finding her hair and she smiled, her red, red lips, stretching into a smile.

Slowly, she undid a few of my buttons, putting her hands inside my shirt. I moaned when she found my nipples, playing with them. Her feather-light touches felt like heaven and the alcohol took the sensation to a whole new level. 

"You like?" She whispered, crawling on top of me.

I secured her on my laps. "I love."

She grinned widely, undoing more of my buttons and placing sweet kisses all over my chest.

She licked my left nipple. Tugged with her teeth.

I lost it.

I growled and pulled her up.

"Where are you going, Winston?" Nathan called out, turning away from the woman beside him who was so desperately trying to get him to kiss her. 

"Spare room, I'll be back" I answered him, clearly drunk and high off my hormones.

"Don't do anything stupid, man." I hated how he sounded so worried about me. I knew better than to take it too far.

"Fuck off, Nathan."

"I'm serious, Winston! Make sure you're out of there in seconds," he advised, going back to the woman he was having fun with.

I specifically liked Borders because of situations like this. When I wanted to get laid, there were rooms provided for clients that wanted to go the extra mile with their partners.

In literal words, for clients that wanted to fuck.

Using the key card I unlocked the room, pulling the woman along with me. She laughed and tugged at my hair and I grinned and grabbed her ass, pressing her into the wall and pressing my arousal into her.

She dropped to her knees, immediately going for my belt and when she finally freed me from my restraints and took me in her mouth, I thought I was going to die.

Shit shit. Fuck fuck fuck!

She was making the sexiest noises and I was practically fucking her mouth. Unable to take it anymore, I brought her to her feet and lifted her up. The wall secured her back and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. I freed her from the restraints of her shirt and bra, her breasts popping out, soft and big and fair.

My lips latched around her nipples as I fed on her breasts, liking the sound of her moaning loudly.

She was grinding against me now, practically begging for it. Her hands in my hair, my name, a fervent whisper on her lips.

I adjusted the silky material of her dress, rolling it up to her waist, and was shocked and turned on as fuck when I saw she had no panties on.

Fuck!