Chapter 2: Who Needs a Mate?

Daniel Jones

My hand curled tighter into her hair. Fuck, what was her name? Her blonde curls draped over my dark fingers. One thing about the white women in Washington? They love a good-looking black man.

I pulled her head back, forcing a deeper arch from her hips, sending me deeper inside her. She cries out, her fingers taking hold of the pink bedsheets. Who has pink bed sheets? "Focus, Jesus."

"Oh God, Daniel!" Damn it, now I feel like an asshole for not remembering her name. Jessica? I thrust harder, feeling her tighten around me. Tiffany?

"God, I'm gunna-" she cries out just as I feel her spasming around me. I feel myself ache at the same time, so I slam into her harder, pushing myself over the edge.

"Fuck, Maddy," I groan, releasing myself inside the thin condom between us. There's a moment of silence between us, but before I can pull out, she cranes her neck to look at me.

"Who the fuck is Maddy?"

Fuck.

"What? I didn't say Maddy. I said baby," I say, trying as hard as I can to keep a straight face and not give myself away.

It doesn't matter, because she is off the bed in three seconds flat, slamming the bathroom door behind her. I look down at the abused condom, internally kicking myself for making the mistake. Usually I can get a good hookup from the same woman at least a few times.

My phone dings from the floor where it had fallen in our rush. Swiping it open, I see a text from Mitch, my Beta. He's been gone for two weeks working out breed-week negotiations with a pack in Louisiana.

"Last flight, be there in an hour."

Tossing the used plastic into the garbage, I collect my clothes and quietly close the door behind me on the way out the back door. I don't bother getting redressed. Instead, I let my fur and paws crack and stretch into place for taking my belongings into my mouth. The residents in the outskirts of Seattle see wolves all the time. They won't question one or two running into the woods every once in a while. Or every couple of times...a week.

The pack house is buzzing when I make it back. There's music blaring from inside the main house, some people half naked with alcohol in their hands, and others already shifted. There are shouts and laughs from every corner of the house as I walk through it, greeting my pack with a smile and small talk while heading for my room.

Someone whistles long and slow before I can make it to the door, and I turn to see Virginia dragging her eyes down my exposed body. I do the same to her while she saunters towards me.

"Looks like someone had fun tonight." She smirks, dragging her hand down my abs, taking hold of my shaft that has already stiffened for her.

"Just out for a run," I tell her with a sly smile. She squeezes, and I can't help but groan.

"How about you run with a wolf for the rest of the night? Mundy's are so..." She leans in, swiping her tongue beneath my ear.

"Boring."

Compared to her? Yeah, everyone was boring. Virginia has straight blonde hair that reaches the bottom of her back, striking blue eyes, and a body that only a wolf could have. Strong, smooth, and completely flawless.

I push her backwards, caging her to the wall with my arms, crashing my lips against hers. She tastes like strawberries. My hands push at her yoga pants, stripping her of them in seconds, followed by her tank top and bra.

Without prompting, she hooks her arms behind my neck and snakes her legs around my waist. With her back against the wall, I slide into her easily. The moment she sits fully on me, I pause, listening to her soft moan.

"You're a naughty man," she tells me, pulling at the ends of my cornrows, scratching her nails against my neck.

"I'm your Alpha." I thrust against her hard.

"You're my mate," she whimpers. Normally, if I wasn't inside her, I would tell her to drop the mate talk. Unfortunately, the full moon, the loud music, and the onlookers watching our actions have me speechless. I cup one of her breasts in my hand, pinching her nipple with force.

"You know better," I tell her quietly in her ear, pinching and twisting her tender skin until she cries out.

"That's our Alpha! Hell yeah," someone shouts from behind me, and I pump into her faster. Stroke after stroke until I feel her hot fluids dripping onto the dark hardwood floor beneath us. I release myself inside of her, feeling every inch of her twitch around me.

Before I allow her to stand, I pull her chin between my fingers.

"Don't say shit like that to me." My teeth grit together tightly when I put her down, satisfyingly seeing her struggle to stand at first.

"I've got to pick up Mitch from the airport. Don't wait up for the run," I tell her, and the others who watched the encounter.

Lazily, I change into grey sweatpants and a white tank top. Once I am cleaned up, changed, and no longer reeking of sex, I all but sprint out to the SUV. Checking my watch, I feel the wheels of the car spin out in the driveway when I leave in a hurry. Of course I couldn't keep it in my pants long enough to stay on time for one thing.

Luckily, Mitch's airplane lands late, and I have enough time to grab two burgers from an overpriced airport restaurant before I see him walking from the terminal. His shoulder accidentally bumps into a young woman who nearly goes flying in the opposite direction on impact. I glance over at her to see if she's alright.

Mitch greets me with a tight hug, like we haven't seen each other in years, but I can't even focus on him. The moment my eyes lock with hers, I can't look away. My chest starts to warble affectionately, and I clear my throat to conceal the sound. Dragging my nose into the air, I take a deep breath, hardly catching her scent hidden behind men's sweat and old women's ointments.

My mate.

She's my mate...and a fucking Mundy.