FILTHY MOUTH

Cal's POV

Maybe I craved her bite over and over again, but this was messy. She hadn’t even cleaned up. The smell of farm in her mouth made me want to keep drinking from her till eternity 

She tasted like trouble and I had my hands full of her anyway; literally.

Behind the bleachers was a terrible idea. Practice was still running on the other side of the wall, coach screaming, skates grinding, sticks cracking against ice. Anyone could walk around the corner. Anyone could look through the gaps in the metal bars and see exactly what was happening, but the possibilities of cameras rolling on us again made me more fierce.

I did not particularly care.

“More,” my wolf, Calee had been grunting in my head

Me: I heard you.

*Calee: Did you though?*

I pressed her further into the bars and kissed her like I was settling an argument. Like I was making up for the years I never owned her public 

Her hands grabbed my collar. I loved how the weight drew me closer to her. Her breathing was completely wrecked, my fantasies were finally coming true.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I ignored it.

Her mouth was warm and her hair was damp and my hands were at her waist, thumbs pressing into the softness at her sides, grabbing her love handles, holding her so close I could smell her breath. 

I turned her around and let my tongue trace the stretch marks on her back that looked like cute red worms in a maze.

*Calee: Say it.*

Me: Absolutely not.

*Calee: You're already thinking it.*

I raised her skirt and kissed her ass, the smell of cotton of her underwear mingling with how sweet she smelt underneath. I kissed and bit for a while, holding back my wolf as I wondered if I should shift her panties to the side and just have a tongue to skin direct contact.

I loved the way she panted. The way my name rolled off her lips. 

I turned her back around. My mouth moved to her jaw. She made a sound she was clearly trying to keep small and my grip tightened.

"Say his name again," I said against her skin.

"Eli."

*Calee: Oh she wants problems.*

I kissed her harder.

She kissed me back just as hard

My phone buzzed again. 

Ignored.

I pulled back slightly. Just to look at her. Hair a disaster, grey-green eyes dark, cheeks flushed deep against her pale skin, lips swollen. I had memorised the way she looked, because she was always behind my eyes whenever I shut them. She was the most compelling thing I had been looking at for two years.

She was nothing like the girls who stood in corridors performing themselves for Alpha blood.

My thumbs pressed into her hips. 

"I've always liked this," I said.

It came out quieter than I intended.

She went completely still.

"What?"

"You," I said.

*Calee: FINALLY. I have been wishing you would tell her how you feel.*

Me: I didn't say anything.

*Calee: You never do. That is the problem.*

She was looking at me, trying to catch up. I watched her try to find one. Watched her fail. I smirked inwardly.

My phone buzzed a third time.

She glanced toward my pocket. I felt her brain switch gears before she even opened her mouth.

Then she said, "I've never done this before."

Everything stopped.

*Calee: Oh.*

Me: I know.

*Calee: Careful.*

Me: I know.

I did not pull back. Did not push forward. My hands shifted, grip loosening slightly. I wanted her to feel safe with me.

"We don't have to rush," I said.

She searched my face. Looking for the trap.

"I can arrange it," I added.

That almost broke her into a laugh. I watched it fight its way up her throat.

"Arrange it?" she repeated. A chuckle escaped

"Yes."

"You're insane," she said.

*Calee: She likes insane.*

Me: I'm aware.

My phone went off again. Relentless. Buzzing like something was on fire.

Wren's eyes cut to my pocket and the relief that crossed her face was so transparent it was almost funny. She grabbed onto it like a lifeline.

"Your phone is losing its mind," she said.

I exhaled once. 

My father's name sat on the screen.

I answered.

"Yes."

My father's voice swam in like cold water.

"Come see me. Now."

The call ended.

*Calee: That tone.*

Me: I know.

*Calee: That was not a normal tone.*

Me: I said I know.

I looked at Wren. My libido died when I ended that call 

"I have to go," I said.

"Emergency?" She was trying to arrange herself.

"Yes."

I stepped back. Straightened my collar, already walking to the door.

“When are we doing this again?” she seemed to adjust her breast in her bra.

Her question made me smile a little, but I hid it from her. “I would find you”

I opened the door only to find Lyra was standing there.

I held back immediately, stopping myself from cursing out loud. Forcing myself to stay unaffected.

*Calee: PROBLEM. MASSIVE PROBLEM. WHY IS SHE SMILING LIKE THAT. I DO NOT LIKE THAT SMILE. CAL.*

Me: I see her.

*Calee: DO SOMETHING.*

Me: I am doing something.

*Calee: WHAT ARE YOU DOING.*

Me: Standing here.

*Calee: THAT IS NOT DOING SOMETHING.*

Outside my head, my face did nothing. My pulse stayed level. My hands stayed loose at my sides. I held my ring finger from tapping 

"What are you doing here," I said.

Lyra tilted her head. Her loose blonde curls bounced, grinning ear to ear. 

"I came to check on my betrothed," she said sweetly.

That word landed exactly where she threw it.

She leaned past my shoulder and looked inside. Saw Wren on the equipment shelf, dishevelled, flushed, arms crossed, grey-green eyes already doing their dangerous narrow thing.

Lyra's nose wrinkled delicately.

"Ew," she said, in the pleasantest voice imaginable.

Then she stepped up, quick and light, and pressed a soft kiss to my mouth.

And walked awa

y humming.

*Calee: Wipe your mouth. Right now. I am not joking.*

I turned back to Wren.

She was already on her feet.

"You're betrothed to a psycho," she said.

"I know," I said.

I left.