Jax's POV
I hadn't seen Callie since our Mother came to the hospital. My wolf wined, craving her presence but I had pack business to attend to.
As the oldest of the quadruplets, I was left with more responsibilities. I'd been working with Beta John, tackling warrior training and border patrols. There'd been an increase in rouges wondering the outskirts of the borders, a few trying to enter our pack lands.
We couldn't figure out what they were after or what motivated their sudden boldness. All we could do was protect the pack and strengthen our borders and warriors.
When I'd finally completed the last of the paper work I poured myself a drink.
"Mate" Reaper whined in my mind.
I sighed -"I miss her too"
My thoughts had been consumed by Callie. The mate bond pulled at me every second I wasn't with her, an empty hole gaping in my chest.
But when I was with her if felt like my heart would burst with fullness.
I thought back to the other day in the hospital where she'd fallen asleep between me and Alfie. How I'd watched her shallow breathing, the rise and fall of her chest, how her breasts moved collaboratively. I felt a tightness spread in my slacks.
I couldn't get this woman out of my mind, her scent soothed me but also ignited a raw passion in me that burned in my chest… and throbbed in my blood.
Goddess, this woman will be the death of me I thought as I downed the last of my drink. The liquor burned as I set the glass down and stepping out of my office.
I wandered to my bedroom, thoughts still engulfed by Callie.
Once inside my room I locked the door headed straight for the bathroom.
I turned the shower on, steam filling the space as I undressed.
I stepped inside the shower, leaning one hand on the cold tiles I let the hot water cascade down my aching back.
I took a few deep breaths, I pitifull attempt to ease the aching throb between my legs.
I tried distracting myself, making mental notes of tasks I needed to complete for the pack.
No use.
I began washing myself, lathering up the body wash over my chest, my hand stretching lower until I gripped my aching member.
Remembering how beautiful Callie looked asleep I began to imagine how she'd look naked, in my bed. My heart raced at the thought, her red hair sprawled over the pillow.
The flush of her cheeks as she moaned my name.
How her breasts moved as I moved inside her.
How tight her core would feel clamped around my member…I came undone, spilling my seed against the shower wall.
I stood there a moment, panting heavily, eyes clenched shut.
I cleaned myself off once again, my cock still painfully sensitive, before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my waist.
"Alfie,where are you?" I mindlinked my brother. I needed some serious distraction. Hopefully he'd have time to train with me.
"Just about to leave, I need to head to the club. Some business needs taking care of and I don't trust the others." Alfie replied quickly.
"Wait there, I'll join you." I mindlinked before shutting the connection.
I got dressed quickly, a crisp white shirt and a pair of black slacks. Once I had my shoes on I left the room and made my way through the pack house to where Alfie had his car parked.
He gave me a curt nod before getting in the drivers seat, I settled in the passenger side -"what club business needs attending to?" I asked, barely interested.
"Just some paperwork, and I need a word with Levi…we need some rules set." Alfie said.
He was still very pissed about Knox's behaviour at the club, he wasn't letting that go anytime soon.
Reaper growling protectively in my mind-"look after mate."
Oh, we will, I thought.
The drive to the club wasn't long but filled with silence, Alfie was brooding, I was still unsure what his plans were.
As we parked, I noticed one of the girls, a dancer we employed, outside the club had also noticed us and quickly ran inside, leaving another alone. That wasn't suspicious at all.
We stepped inside the club, it was 9pm so the room was fairly packed. The scent of sweat, arousal and different species mingled in the air. Alfie greeted Levi at the bar, the were exchanging pleasantries when Reaper began leaping in my mind -"Mate! Mate!"
Then that familiar cherry and vanilla scent hit my nose like a tidal wave of emotion. I turned, scanning the room, maybe she'd come with Jaz for a drink?
Then I saw her.
On the stage.
Alfie and I growled. I saw Alfie gripping Levi by the throat out the corner of my eye. I pushed through the crowd, alpha aura pouring out. My breathing became rugged, Reaper was seething, practically foaming at the mouth in my mind. He pushed, trying to come out and force the shift- "mate! Only mine! Claim her now!" He barked.
The colour drained from her face when she spotted me, she hurriedly left the stage disappearing behind the curtain. I jumped on stage, closing in on her.
She tried leaving out of the backstage fire exit door. I managed to grab her wrist, turning her and pulling her petite frame into me.
As our bodies collided I felt the warmth of her bare skin on me.
Her scent filled me, calming Reaper, he was content now she was in my arms.
Callie began resisting, trying her best the push me off. "Let go of me!" She thundered.
Then Alfie arrived. Looking half rabid, breathing erratically. His eyes shifting from his to his wolf.
When he noticed I'd caught her, his eyes darkened, a smirk tugged on his lips. A deep frown. Like a hunter who's caught his pray.
But there was a glimmer of something else-mischief maybe.
"My my myy Callie" he drawled out " this won't do." He said calmly, his smirk turning larger.
She froze in my arms. Any protest she'd planned on making dissolved instantly.
I picked up up, throwing her over my shoulder, she squealed at my action.
I felt her breasts on my back through the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipples hardened.
I growled lowly. With Alfie following behind I carried her to our private booth.
Once inside, I set her down. My vision tunnelled, her shouting voice disappeared into the background as I took her appearance in.
Callie was wearing a velvet black bralette, her cleavage practically spilling out of the top, as my eyes traced her perfect curves down to the black panties followed by the stockings, held up by a garter which was wrapped around her delicious thighs.
My pants tightened, Reaper panted in my mind "claim her!"
I was brought out of my daze by a sharp slap. Heat radiated on my cheek. Blinking I realised it was Callie who'd slapped me -" who do you think you are?!" She screamed, anger flushing her cheeks.