Trinity felt a familiar conflict wash over her as she observed Mona's roommates badgering and pushing her around. She hesitated, unsure whether to intervene. Her usual impulse was to jump in and offer help, but if what they were saying about Mona was true, Trinity wasn't sure how Mona would react if she knew Trinity had overheard. Trinity gnawed on her lip, grappling with the moral dilemma.
In the next moment, Trinity felt her decision was made for her. One of the girls shoved Mona so forcefully that she stumbled and fell to the floor. Even if Mona felt embarrassed and awkward around Trinity because her secret was out, Trinity would deal with those consequences later.
Trinity moved decisively towards Mona, pushing her roommates out of the way. She extended a hand to help her up. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Mona, grateful for the rescue, still felt a wave of humiliation wash over her in front of Trinity. This was her idol, the woman she aspired to be, and here she was, exposed as "pathetic slut."
"More defective trash," one of the girls scoffed.
Trinity didn't know any of their names; she hadn't bothered to get to know anyone. Johnny was Jesse's brother, and Luca seemed to be everywhere.
"I do wonder what your Beta, my father, would think when he finds out you think his daughter is trash," Trinity said casually, her voice betraying no emotion. It was the first time she had used her father as a shield against other wolves. She wasn't sure if she was lucky or if her father's influence had simply kept most of the aggressive types away from her. But it seemed Mona and Timothy hadn't been so fortunate. It made her wonder about Ryan and Jess. Were they being harassed too?
"You wouldn't—" the girl with brown hair and pretty green eyes began, but Trinity wouldn't let her get another word out.
Pulling her phone from her pocket, Trinity clicked on Boris's number. It didn't even take a second for him to answer.
"I'm happy you called T, how are you? Is everything okay?" Boris's voice, loud and clear, carried through the phone, causing the three girls to visibly flinch. None of them dared to speak another word.
"Is everything okay?" Trinity asked, her gaze sweeping over them. Her condescending tone hard to miss.
"Yes, excuse us," the three girls stammered in unison before practically running from the kitchen. If the beta was involved, their standing in the pack could drastically diminish.
Trinity couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. She hadn't known using her father's name would be so effective. "What's happening? Trinity! I'm on my way—" Boris's voice boomed through the phone.
"I don't need an overzealous bodyguard. I called you by accident," Trinity said, stepping away from Mona to quickly reassure Boris before hanging up the phone.
"Umm uh sorry, I don't know if I overstepped," Trinity offered, a slight awkwardness in her tone. In truth, Trinity didn't know Mona that well. They had teamed up a few times, and they often saw each other at meals, but the warrior house didn't exactly foster easy friendships. Their strongest bond was the shared identity of being defectives. This seemed to be enough to make them group together, likely because most of the other defectives in the house were already friends or roommates. Mona was the only defective without a defective roommate, which probably made it harder for her to fit in.
"No, it's—I mean! Can you not tell the others what you heard?" Mona asked, her eyes darting everywhere but at Trinity's. She felt a profound shame. It wasn't that she was remorseful of what she'd done or how she acted, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Survival has its own rules," Trinity told her honestly. Trinity had been in Mona's shoes before, having to do whatever it took to survive. She was the last person who would judge and condemn anyone.
"I was given a private room—" Trinity started, offering a solution.
"I can figure out my own problems," Mona quickly interjected, not wanting to become some damsel in need of saving. She believed she could sort out her own mess.
"Hear me out," Trinity pressed on. "I like my room already. I don't do well on my own. I don't want the private room. It's not a sacrifice or pity. I'm just not using it. So, for the time being..." Pulling the key Thomas had given her that morning from her pocket, she extended her hand to Mona. "We should all look out for each other. I would expect you to do the same for me. There aren't many of us here."
Mona knew Trinity was right. Unconsciously, all the defectives had started to look out for each other. She took the key, slipping it into her pocket. "You let me know if you want it back," Mona said, her voice soft with gratitude.
Trinity nodded, knowing she truly didn't need the room. Trinity grabbed a bottle of ginger ale, and Mona grabbed the shot glasses as they made their way back into the living room.
Everyone took a shot glass while Timothy quickly poured tequila into each one.
"Bottoms up!" Jess exclaimed, determined to let loose.
A chorus of cheers rang out as they clinked their shot glasses together before downing the fiery liquid. Trinity cringed at the horrid taste. She truly hated tequila.
"One more!" Mona said, holding her glass out to Timothy. As much as she hated Trinity knowing her situation, she was glad to have an escape.
"Another!" Jess cheered as if she'd already had five shots.
Ryan leaned down to Trinity's ear, prepared to make his annoying plea again.
"Off!" Trinity laughed, pushing his face away gently.
After another three shots, Trinity was done. Jess and Mona had decided they would just drink straight from the bottle. Soon enough, they were dancing and laughing, swaying to the pounding music blaring around them.
Trinity sat on the couch, watching everyone dance happily. She liked this scene; it felt like when they were young and all together. Only one person was missing. She really wanted to know where Grayson was, and if he was okay.
Dancing happily with Mona, Jess knew she was almost drunk. A few more and she probably wouldn't wake up tomorrow. But she was glad she did it. It was fun to let loose. As she danced with Mona, she noticed Noah from the corner of her eye, standing at the edge of the living room, gesturing for her to come over before disappearing into the hall.
Ryan watched as Jess followed Noah. He wanted to punch something, not just because she was possibly with Noah, but for stupidly being jealous and affected by it. He didn't have the right.
Pushing himself up from the ground, he snatched the bottle of tequila from Timothy before heading out to the front deck. He sat on the fence surrounding the deck, his back leaned against the low brick wall of the house.
Trinity saw Ryan walk away, his shoulders slumped in dejection after Jess left with Noah. She really did need to remember to ask Jess about him. Sighing, she went after him.
The door clicked shut behind Jess, and she found herself in Noah's room. Her eyes immediately scanned the space, noting how remarkably plain and tasteful it was. A single, dark wooden dresser stood against one wall, its surface bare save for a small, framed photo that she couldn't quite discern from a distance. The walls were painted a neutral, muted grey, and the only other furniture was a simple desk and a rolling chair. There were no posters, no personal trinkets, no visual clues to his personality. It lacked any sense of him, making it feel more like a guest room than a permanent dwelling.
"Your room is very plain," Jess commented, her fingers tracing the smooth surface of the wooden desk, then trailing along the cool, unadorned wall. She wasn't sure if she was more excited by the illicit thrill of being here, alone with him, or simply nervous about what was to come. She could feel Noah's eyes on her back as she moved around the room, a prickling sensation that traveled up her spine.
He sat on his queen-sized bed, covered in striking red and black sheets, his back pressed against the headboard, just watching her. The feeling was like being hunted, a thrilling sense of being the prey.
Noah wished she would stop looking at everything and just sit down. He shifted on the bed, feeling the sudden, insistent pressure. He knew he was so close; his body radiated a heat that made his pants uncomfortably tight.
Jess felt unsure of herself as she considered where she should sit. Deciding it was probably best to maintain some distance so she could think properly, she grabbed the rolling chair and sat on it, crossing one leg over the other. She watched as his eyes followed each movement, his Adam's apple bobbing with a visible swallow as his gaze roamed over her legs, lingered on her bare calves, and then returned to her face.
It felt invigorating to be under his gaze, to feel like he had never seen anything as alluring. It was truly an ego boost.
The liquor in her system made her feel bold and daring. A flush crept up her neck and across her cheeks. "You watch me like you don't see naked women everyday," she blurted out, her cheeks turning a furious red the instant the words left her mouth. She immediately regretted the brazenness, a nervous flutter in her stomach.
"Not the same. It's dangerous to shift with clothes on," Noah replied, his voice a low rumble, the corners of his lips twitching into a slight, knowing smile.
Rolling her chair closer to the bed, the wheels humming softly on the carpet, Jess rested her bare feet on his mattress, tracing the bold red fabric with her toes, entranced by the intensity of his stare.
Noah didn't pull away from the opportunity. Reaching out, he gripped Jess's ankle, his fingers surprisingly gentle, pulling her in closer until her chair bumped softly against the bed frame.
"This is very different," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over her, taking in her every curve. She wasn't like the other women in the pack. At a petite five feet nine inches, she was so small. Most women in the pack were at least six feet. But she was tiny, delicate, and utterly captivating.
He ran his hand up her leg and down her thigh, mesmerized by the softness of her skin, her sun-kissed complexion. His fingers brushed the hem of her dress, a tantalizing whisper. He was glad she had ditched the training clothes for a dress.
She watched as his hand disappeared under her dress, a shiver running through her as she felt his calloused fingers glide closer to their target. "It's not like you're a virgin," Jess stated, her chest heaving, a breathy sound escaping her as his probing digits made contact. Her body felt alive as his hand caressed her thigh, on its upwards trajectory, his fingers then gently kneading her womanhood over her panties.
Noah stilled at her words, his eyes flicking up to hers, no longer focused on the apex of her thighs. The intense heat emanating from her was palpable. He could smell her arousal, a potent, sweet scent that made his head spin. His fingers were just inches away from her wetness, the desire to feel her skin, unhindered, a burning ache.
"No way!" Jess grinned, moving onto her knees on the bed, the red sheets crinkling beneath her. In a weird way, she was excited. She had never been with a guy who had never been with anyone. "How are you still a virgin?" From the way he had looked at her so innocently, she knew that, for all of his outward confidence, he was still untouched.
Noah didn't fully understand how things worked in the human realm. He hadn't been able to go there yet, so he wasn't sure how humans behaved. "Most women in the pack save themselves for their mates, so most men are virgins until they find their mates."
Feeling emboldened, Jess crawled onto his lap, straddling his waist. "So I should leave and protect your virtue?" she grinned, a playful glint in her eyes. She pressed her hips into his, feeling his growing member straining against his jeans, a delicious teasing motion.
Noah's own smile broadened, a predatory edge to it now. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a heated kiss, a silent battle of dominance, an unbridled lust surging between them. He wrapped an arm around her waist as he pulled her pooled blue dress over her head, the fabric slithering down to her waist, leaving her in her delicate pink bra and barely-there blue thong.
All he could smell in the room was the intoxicating scent of her arousal, sweet and addictive, a scent he wanted to bathe in. He could make out the cute way her breath hitched every time she pressed herself against his growing cock, a soft gasp that fueled his hunger.
He tried to remember that she was breakable, that he couldn't grip her too tightly, but he was finding it hard to stay in control.
Staring into his eyes, Jess felt transfixed by the sight. His hazel eyes shifted to a darker black, like swirling storm clouds, before returning to their normal hazel hue. In the moments his eyes were black, something about him felt different, like he wasn't quite himself, a primal force barely contained. She knew it was his wolf, the other part of his soul. She was curious about that part.
He felt exposed under her gaze, the way she watched him. Noah knew his eyes were shifting between his own and his wolf's, but there was nothing he could do about it. He let his wolf's claws elongate and sharpen, growing from his fingertips, slicing through the middle of her bra with a soft rip, exposing her ample breasts to his feasting eyes. He felt his heart race, a wild drum against his ribs, a feeling unlike when he was outside in the forest. He'd never been this close, never seen nipples so perky and hard this near to his face.
Jess hadn't thought Noah would be so endearing, so innocent in some ways. He really wasn't experienced. Taking his hands, she rested them on her breasts, guiding him, letting him explore her. Without prompting, his thumb brushed over her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her veins and eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
Noah couldn't make his fingers shift back. He was careful as he let his sharpened claws skim over her nipples, a delicate dance of pleasure and burgeoning pain, but he was curious how she would react. With the tip of his claws, he pressed lightly against her nipple; she hissed in pain but didn't pull away.
He chuckled low and deep in his throat, a guttural sound of satisfaction. Excited that she could take pain, he pressed harder until the skin broke and she cried out, a sharp gasp as she rode on his covered cock. The friction drove both of them mad.
Dipping his head down, he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue, tasting her blood on his tongue. The metallic tang mixed with her sweetness was a tantalizing flavor, a new kind of arousal. Before giving her other breast equal treatment, he glanced up, noting the heightened scent of her arousal. He guessed she wasn't as fragile as he thought. A playful glint dominated his eyes, a desire to draw more blood, to push her further.
Her breathy, wanting voice commanded him, "Take off your clothes." Jess wasn't sure if it was a wolf thing that made her feel so crazed, so uninhibited. Her mind felt fuzzy, deliciously drowned in the pleasure he was giving her.
Noah rushed, haphazardly throwing off his shirt, pants, and boxers until he was on his knees, his hard cock standing proudly, throbbing against her stomach.
Jess pushed him back onto the bed, flat against the black sheets. Taking his shaft in her hand, she slowly pumped his stiff cock a few times before dipping her head, taking him into her mouth. His precum slid down her throat, causing a moan to rumble in her throat at the taste of him. Her lips stretched uncomfortably at his size. Her tongue swirled over the tip of his cock as she looked up into his eyes. She was transfixed while watching him, the way his head fell back and his eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy.
Noah groaned in satisfaction as the seal of her warm mouth surrounded his pulsating dick. Her mouth was hot and wet, her throat pulsed around his cock. He wanted more; he wanted her to move faster. He needed more. When her seductive eyes met his, he felt like he lost it. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other at the top of her head, he pushed her down further onto his cock. He could feel her drool dripping from her lips, soaking his balls. He could feel the way his cock pressed at the back of her throat, almost pushing her past her limits.
"Yes, keep going," he groaned, growls escaping his throat, desperate to feel his release.
Controlling her movements, he chose the pace, forcing her all the way to the base of his cock before letting her pull back, then repeating the motion. She hollowed her lips, sucking tightly onto his cock, feeling her lower lips drip with her juices as she helped him chase his peak. She gripped his thighs, trying to pull away, but he wouldn't allow it. He was so close. He wouldn't stop. He just kept pumping his cock deeper into her throat, feeling his pleasure build. Even with this small act of dominance, he was still holding himself back, still trying to restrain his strength.
She felt as if a switch had flipped in him. He went from shy and tentative to a primal beast in a millisecond.
One moment she was wrapped around his cock, the next she was on her back, unaware of how she even got there. She could hear the tear in the fabric as he ripped off her thong, the elastic snapping, right before spraying his hot seed all over her stomach and pussy.
The room turned cold as she felt fear churn through her system. She wasn't sure if it was her overactive imagination, but when she looked down, she could see it. His cum dripping over her spread thighs, slipping between her lower lips. She couldn't help the shiver of pleasure that rocked her system, at the wrongness of his action.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, a rising sense of panic in her voice. "You can't be this stupid?" She could feel his juices between her lower lips, mixing with her own. The cool temperature of his room contrasting with her heated skin.
Noah tilted his head in confusion, completely unaware of why she was concerned.
"I don't want to get pregnant, Noah!"
At her words, he smiled, a streak of mischief going through his head. Leaning over her, he rested his chest against hers, pressing her down into the bed, not enough to crush her, but to keep her still. With his large hand, he held both of her wrists above her head, firmly in place, holding her captive. In this matter, she was the uninformed one. Wolves didn't get pregnant unless they were in heat.
He liked the way she looked so scared. He licked at the beads of sweat between her breasts, delighting in the taste of her. Trailing kisses up her neck, sucking on the skin until it bore a nice rosy hue. Licking her bottom lip, he forced his tongue between her pillowy pink lips, stealing his passion from her while his cock rubbed between her lower lips.
Nibbling her lips, he pulled back, noticing the way she was still seething, battling between anger and desire. His other hand trailed down the side of her cheek, then over her neck, then onward until he stroked her hungry cunt. She was wet and ready, but he still wanted to play. He swirled his seed that was sprayed on her pussy, before using it as a lubricant as he slipped his single digit into her entrance, smirking at the way her eyes widened in fear and shock.
He watched as her golden skin gained an angry red tint. Her protest died on her lips as her hips jerked in response to him. She moaned as she arched her back, still shooting daggers at him with her eyes.
Pulling his fingers out, he slid more of himself into her. He didn't stop until all of his cum was inside her greedy pussy.
"Fuck!" Her voice quaked with arousal and anger in equal measure.
"Wolves can't get pregnant unless they're in heat," he murmured into her ear as he nipped at her lobe.
"I'll kill you—don't stop, please!" She could barely get the words past her lips as he pumped his fingers into her furiously. Her body loosened as she glared at him still. She was angry he hadn't told her the truth instantly. She had thought he was out of his mind.
Noah stuck a second digit inside of her as he pumped into her faster, feeling her sweet little hole grip him tighter and tighter. He couldn't wait to bury himself between her legs. He wanted to let her finish, to let her have her budding release, but he couldn't wait. Pulling his fingers free, she groaned in irritation, digging her nails into his back in retaliation. He felt the skin on his back break and a trickle of blood trail downwards, but he didn't care.
"I have to be inside you!" He groaned, lost to his desires.
Brushing his cock against her entrance, he pushed in, feeling as if he could explode. She was so tight and warm.
"You're so fucking tight." Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers, his body shaking. He was already close to spilling inside her.
"Fuck!" she hissed. She was so close. He could have waited. As the tip of his cock pressed into her entrance, her whole body tensed. He was bigger than what she was used to. With brutal force, he pushed all the way in. He felt himself completely inside her.
"Wait!" Jess gasped, trying to find her breath again, adjusting to the new sense of fullness.
"You feel so fucking good," Noah couldn't help himself. He'd never felt anything but his own hand up until this point. He wouldn't wait for anything. Pulling out, he pushed in again.
Resting on his forearms, he stared into her eyes as he pumped his shaft into her, slow and steady at first. He watched as her head turned to the side, her lips pressed against his forearm, trying to hide her moans.
"Don't you dare keep quiet, I want to hear you," he growled angrily, picking up his pace. He watched as her breasts bounced with every pump, the way her back arched off the sheets as she chased her own climax. He was rewarded with her breathy moans, the sound of their slapping skin and racing breath bouncing off the walls, filling the once-silent room.
Jess cried out beneath him, holding onto his forearms as she found her release, her body shuddering. Noah captured her lips in a heated kiss as he held her throat in a vice grip, pounding into her viciously, his wolf more in control than himself. His eyes were black and cold, filled with primal hunger.
He yearned to be deeper; he fucked her harder, hoping to drown inside of her. Pulling out, he flipped her onto her chest and lifted her hips, settling her on her knees as he pushed back in.
She could barely breathe, the entirety of her existence hinged on the animal behind her, plowing into her unrestrained. His shifted fingers dug into her skin, drawing blood as he pounded into her viciously, trying to find his release. He could hear her whimpers of pain mixed with moans, but he couldn't make himself stop or slow down. He could see the burning red marks on her ass from his vigorous thrusting. The sight gave him a jolt of pride he couldn't describe. Feeling inclined, his large palm slapped her ample cheek, and she cried out in shock.
Just before he reached his climax, he pulled out, spraying his seed all over her back and hair before collapsing on the bed beside her, chest heaving.
He noticed how her body trembled and quaked as another orgasm hit her system. He was fascinated. She shivered as his fingers trailed over her hips before grabbing her tender pussy, rubbing her clit, desperate to hear her little moans.
"I can't—oh God!" Jess gasped, her voice raw. He chuckled in satisfaction as she came again, once more, for him. His fingers slick with their combined release.
Rolling her to face him, he noticed how his claws had sliced into her skin. Her body was still sensitive from her climax, but she had already fallen asleep, as if she'd been drained of all energy.
He sat between her legs, pulling them apart before licking at her wounds, his saliva closing back her skin, the small cuts vanishing. He couldn't help the smirk at her body's reaction, how quickly it healed. He could smell her juices as he healed her skin. He couldn't help trailing his finger down her cunt in appreciation, a lingering touch. He chuckled as a soft moan slipped past her lips in her sleep. He had to stop himself before he jumped her again. He couldn't do anything about the bruises, but this he could fix.
He cleaned her up the best he could before pulling her into his chest possessively, hiding her nudity beneath his blanket.
Author's note:
This is the first spicy scene I have ever written. Hope I got your heart racing. Votes, comments and powerstones appreciated.