"And every time you do that, every time you fill my lungs with sweet life, I want to destroy anything and everything that hurts you." -A Gorgeous Villain

To say the party is a success would be an understatement. Every single member of the pack is smiling, laughing, or catching up. The pups are outside wreaking havoc on the bouncy house Alessandra ordered specifically for this occasion.

I know.

I quietly observe the room taking note of who is slowly on their way to sloppy drunk (which is very hard to achieve as a werewolf) and who is notably absent from the gathering.

Alessandra is surrounded by Ambar and Taara as they tell them stories about their own mates. Before I can eavesdrop on any more of their conversation, Isabel manifests in front of me.

"Zane," she states.

"Alpha," I retort.

"Sorry, Alpha, I thought we would be past all the formalities now since we are family and all," she smirks.

"Let's not kid ourselves, Isabel."

Annoyance peaks through my tone when I realize I've lost sight of Alessandra.

"Is there something you want or are you hellbent on annoying me?"

She scoffs.

"I really don't understand what my kind sister sees in a prick like you but I thought I'd warn you," she says casually while staring at her manicure.

"Spit it out, Isabel."

"Hmph, if you say so. I thought you might want to know that Jaden has had too much to drink and he's running his mouth to his buddies," she says.

"About what?"

She rolls her eyes before answering me.

"Obviously I'm referring to Alessandra and Jaden's relationship. Did you forget they were in love for a solid year?"

"They were not in love," I snarl.

"If you say so," she smiles before flouncing away.

Swiftly, I cut through the crowd looking for a head of curly hair (that he puts way too much gel in) and smelling for Jaden's scent. I'm stopped multiple times by people wanting to offer their congratulations. I try my best to give them a solid smile or response before continuing my search.

Scents are harder to trace down when so many people are present. Unfortunately, I never make it to Jaden because Alessandra intercepts my path.

"There you are! We have to head into the backyard for the pack run," she says, a wide grin taking over her face. I know how important it is for her to have all of this go seamlessly so I take her hand in mine and walk out of the house.

Jaden will be dealt with later.

Alessandra and I stand on a tree stump with an array of faces staring up at us.

It's moments like these that I wonder how my father held the responsibility of so many people on his own. Simply having Alessandra at my side is enough to relax my nerves.

I know what some of them think when they stare at me. A boy, too young to lead, or a man made jagged by his past to the point of disassociation. Either way, I'm incapable in their eyes.

I stopped being a boy when my mother was slaughtered and I had to bury pieces of her corpse.

I've learned from my past and I feel more with Alessandra than I ever have before.

I plan to rectify their views of me and it all begins now.

I step down from the stump and offer Alessandra my hand. My large hand encompasses her dainty one.

"Trasformati!" Alessandra and I call out.

Members of our pack shed their clothes and soon I see a splay of gold eyes and dark snouts. Alessandra and I are the last to transform. She goes first and I watch, transfixed, as she goes from woman to wolf. Alessandra's coat is a beautiful gray color whereas mine is midnight black.

The moon to my night.

Once I've shifted, I raise my snout in the air and howl. Alessandra does the same and soon the whole pack can be heard throughout Lake Tahoe.

We take off towards Blood Peak, a secluded cliff with no humans. I own a small piece of land and it's always guarded by one of the younger members. It serves as a place for the pack to go without worrying about running into a human. Along with the Blood Peak, it has Rossa Falls and Wolf's Trail. Wolf's Trail is a long path spanning from the boundary of pack grounds to Blood Peak.

Hearing the patter of my pack members running alongside me while bathing in the moonlight next to my mate is enough to keep me content. I'd rather die than let anyone take this away from me.

A musky scent permeates the air as we return to my backyard. There's a twinge of sweat but the aroma of lust is overwhelming.

After a shift, especially a long one, werewolf brains were still foggy. Our animals still controlled a part of us. Their needs entwined with ours in a way that was undeniable.

Slowly, a trickle of couples break off from the group for some alone time. The others continue to linger in the backyard while some head inside. I scan the crowd for a head of long dark hair but none seem to be my mate.

My feet carry me inside, the crowd parting as I go, and I smell the scent that intoxicates me in a way that no drug ever will.

.

Her slender neck is on full display with her elegant hair-do and the temptation to sink my canines into the mark I left on her skin is too strong to ignore. She disappears from my field of vision. I'm quick to track her steps.

I pull her against me before she can continue any further and drag us both into a closet.

"Zane-"

I cover her mouth with my lips. It starts off as a slow kiss before it turns into a clash of passion and heat.

I dig my hands into her hair and pull it out of its bun. My lips pull away from hers. With her hair in a curly mess and her lips swollen from my attack, she resembles a lioness. Powerful, beautiful, radiant.

"You drive me crazy Alessandra, fucking crazy," I whisper against her mouth.

I don't know how I used to live without her.

She lets out a gasp as I suck the skin on her neck.

"This dress, goddess this fucking dress," I say as I bunch the burgundy fabric together at her hips.

"It's so easy to just flip it over and fuck your pussy amore," I say while my index finger traces the path from her clit to her opening.

"Zane," she whimpers, pressing against my hand for relief.

I remove my hand and she growls in response.

"Patience, amore, patience," I whisper and drag my face down her neck to her cleavage.

Using my tongue I trace a path from the valley between her breasts, up to the small amount of protruding skin peeking out from the dress. Then I lower my lips and trap her nipple between my lips through the thin fabric.

She cries out when I leave a gentle bite on the sensitive bud. Continuing down her body, I end up on my knees.

"Hold up the dress," I tell her.

She bunches up the fabric and her black underwear is on display for me. The cotton from her panties molds against her lips from the wetness.

She goes to pull the dress off but I stop her.

"Keep the dress on, I'm gonna fuck you in it."

Slowly, I drag her panties down her toned legs. Once they have slipped off, I pocket them.

"You're gonna have to be quiet Alessandra unless you want everyone to hear what you sound like when I make you cum."

She nods eagerly.

I grab her ass to pull her pussy flush against my mouth. Her leg hooks around my neck and I know her hands will be pulling at my hair any second now.

Lightly, my tongue presses against her opening before gently dragging up to her clit. She gasps as I begin to swirl my tongue in circles, keeping the same pace. As her pleasure begins to increase, she lets go of her dress and it engulfs me. If someone were to walk in right now all they would see is my head under Alessandra's dress.

She grasps my hair as her orgasm begins to build. Using her hips, she pushes her pussy against my face desperate for release. I push two fingers inside her just as I feel her leg tighten around my neck. I curl them together and brush against her G-spot. She detonates like a bomb but I continue to lick her clit till she comes down from her high.

I come out from under her dress to see her braced against the wall. She nearly falls but I catch her in time.

"Were you trying to kill me? Swear I saw the goddess when you were down there with your tongue," she rasps out, breathless.

"You look pretty happy for someone who was near death."

She smiles.

"Death by orgasm doesn't sound so bad," she says.

I laugh before capturing her mouth in a kiss. She returns it while her hand begins to stroke my cock through my pants.

"Turn around."

She follows my command, jutting her ass out towards me and keeping her palms against the wall.

I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock. Gently, I drag the tip through her pussy lips and watch as her wetness coats the head.

I continue the torture for both of us, waiting for her to break, to hear her beg. She holds on and tries to move her hips against me but I keep a firm grip on them, controlling them.

"Zane," she moans.

"Let me hear your words, baby."

"It hurts," she whispers.

"What hurts, amore?"

"My body! It aches, it needs your-"

My control snaps and I push into her with one thrust. Alessandra cries out in relief. She tries to fuck me back but I don't let her. I give her slow thrusts controlling her movement with my hands on her hips.

"This is what you wanted huh? For me to feed you my cock?"

"Yes!"

"Look at you, taking it like a good girl."

I pull the neckline of her dress down, the material is stretchy enough that the straps stay on her shoulders but her breasts are exposed. I take both her hands in my right hand so her tits push against the cool wall and her ass presses against me more. The angle lets me give it to her deeper.

She cries out with each thrust as her nipples brush against the wall and my cock hits her deep.

Just as I feel her orgasm approaching, I stop, my cock still buried inside her.

"Zane, please," she says, sounding like she's about to cry from frustration. She wiggles against me trying to create some movement but she can't do much in this position.

Slowly I pull out until just the tip of my cock is enjoying the heat of her tight pussy.

Just as I hear her about to voice a complaint, I slam inside her, giving it to her the way she wants it.

Instead of pulling her against my cock like I was before, I begin to push into her at a brutal pace. She screams out but I muffle it with my free hand.

"That's how you like it huh? Deep inside your pussy till it feels like you're going to break."

I continue to pump into her. The closet seems to amplify the smack of her pussy meeting my cock.

"Such a good little slut for me," I whisper.

Her moans continue to be muted by my hand.

The smell of sex, vanilla, and pine fills the air but then my nose catches something else or rather someone else.

The unmistakable smell of Jaden tickles my nostrils and I almost snarl in anger. I look down to see a silhouette outside the door. I can hear his breathing begin to pick up from lust created by hearing me fuck my mate.

I feel Alessandra begin to tighten around me, the sign she's about to come. I remove my hand from her mouth and continue to thrust inside her.

"Zane! Zane! Zane!"

She squeezes around my cock so tightly I see stars. Her body propels upwards, balancing on her toes as she screams. I follow soon after with my own release.

We're a panting mess and I have to hold Alessandra upright as her legs tremble. I bring her back up so that she is pressed against my chest. Moving her soft hair to the side, I press a soft kiss to the back of her neck, inhaling her glorious scent as I do.

My eyes travel downwards to the crack of the closet door to see that Jaden's silhouette has disappeared along with his repulsing scent.

Mine.