Page 20 of A Broody Mate for the Human
Dave sighs. “And you?” he asks.
“It’s none of your business,” I mutter.
“And it’s yours to tell me I should go home?” Dave inquires.
“Fuck,” I curse, punching the wall next to him again.
“You’re way too emotional to talk to properly,” Dave points out calmly. “You’re right. I better go home. And you should do the same.”
Part of me wants to argue with him that he has no say in what I’m supposed to do and that I’m certainly not emotional, but I leave it at that. My mind is still weirdly fuzzy. When I close my eyes, I can see Dave’s brown eyes, taste his lips, and at the same time, a feeling of dread settles in me. I cannot have anyone find out about us. It’s impossible. No.
Dave looks at me, almost like he expects me to say something, then he just sighs. “Well, you have my number,” he says before turning on his heels and leaving.
I keep standing there, rooted at the same spot, for I don’t know how long until I feel the air gets a bit chillier and the sun is setting. It’s one of these days early in autumn where it’s warm as long as the sun shines and soon gets cold at night.
I put on my hoodie and decide to finally leave this Goddess-forsaken place. I’m not into Dave. I’m not into guys at all. The Goddess must have mistaken me for someone else, and now the mate bond is playing tricks on me. Otherwise, I would have never kissed Dave.
I leave the fair and find my way to my car. Instead of driving home, though, I target one of the clubs I usually frequent with my friends. I leave my car at the garage and then hurry to said club. The music is loud, and the scent of alcohol mixes with the scents of sweat and sex.
I can see a bunch of my friends and fellow warriors. They wave at me, and I eagerly wave back. There are some girls around them when I approach them. I wink at them, making them giggle.
I’m normal. Nothing is wrong with me. That’s how it’s supposed to be. I just go for the first best bitch I find. I don’t even care to ask for her name. The only thing I want is to shove my dick into her and remind myself that this is it. I tug her to the dance floor, instantly pulling her into my arms and feeling how she wraps her arms around my neck, her body awfully close. She doesn’t even smell half as good as Dave.
Damn it, get out of my head. Dash whimpers slightly but doesn’t stop me. Thinking about our father has woken him up too. I order a round of tequila for the whole group and then another one. Then one of my friends takes over, and soon I feel myself getting wasted enough and not minding how the chick smells and if she has Dave’s tender brown eyes.
“Let’s find a more private place,” she whispers into my ear, nibbling at my earlobe.
I smirk at her, smacking her butt before grabbing her by her hips. “Lead the way,” I say huskily.
She giggles and pulls me towards a corridor, past the toilets, and into a storage room. The moment she closes the door behind us, I scoop her up in my arms and smash her against the wall. I’m normal, all normal, I think, while I fuck her relentlessly.
The bitch screams my name, so at one point I must have told her my name. I don’t care though, spinning her around and pressing her against the wall, grabbing her by her hips and yanking her butt towards me before plunging into her again. She moans, her body vibrating and shivering as she spurs me on.
It takes me longer than usual to finish. I have to use all the tricks I know. In a corner of my mind, I imagine Dave and how he would moan my name when I come all over his face. The imagination alone makes me groan, and I come hard into my condom.
Without further ado, I pull out of whatever her name is and toss the condom aside. She giggles a bit. “This was good,” she says.
Of course it was. It’s not like I’m into fucking guys!
Chapter eight
Rough Nights
*LUCA*
“Pleasedon’tapologize,”Ibeg into the phone, repeating the same words for the nth time. “It was just a misunderstanding.”
Marcel casts me a curious gaze while I try to reassure Dave that he did nothing wrong. It’s not like his friend was wrong… I’m a weak, pathetic wolf. Also I clearly interrupted something, judging by the hungry gaze this other guy was tossing Dave.
I’m so slow sometimes.
But Dave wasn’t having any of it.
“Dave.” I smile a bit. He is one of the very few people who doesn’t make me feel nervous at all. “I’m not angry. Please don’t worry.”
When I finally manage to hang up, Marcel eyes me with raised brows. “What was all that apologizing about?”
“I met Dave coincidentally yesterday at the fair,” I explain easily.
