The only thing that had calmed me down? That ass had spent plenty of quality time with my fists.
I smirked at the memory. After I’d left my sweet little mate, I had scented him, hunted him down like an animal, andreminded him that sometimes, werewolf healing properties just gave me more opportunities to indulge.
Hopefully it would help him remember to keep his hands for fondling himself and not molesting girls with them. Especiallymygirl.
Ah, the kiss. Our first kiss.
I’d never needed or wanted to kiss anyone. Sex was like hunting and eating. I did it with the sole goal of satisfying my urges. My beast.
But since that kiss, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind—or wondering how I could repeat the experience without coming in my pants. Hell, since I first saw her at the wereball conference, she’s always been there. A tattoo on my brain.
Before heading to my apartment, I diverted toward a different building. Trix was menstruating and had asked me to get her some herbal junk…and junk food. I wondered what my sister and my mate would be like together. They’d probably get along great. A smile curled up my lips as, once again, I thought of her.
Until I was distracted by flashing lights and chatter coming from the bedroom window on the second floor. I didn’t bother taking the stairs or knocking.
Shopping bags hanging from my arms, I climbed to the window, as I had done several times throughout the years. I bumped my foot against a potted plant in the windowsill, then glanced down right when I heard the crash. “Oops.”
“Lolo!” My sister, Bellatrix, beamed as her two friends blushed. The instant they saw my face, their eyes popped wide open. “Don’t you ever think about knocking?”
I knocked on the window twice with my forehead, then glanced at the papers scattered across the carpet. They were drafting the war strategy against the Cometesses for the upcoming game in the female wereball league.
“Hello, ladies! How are we doing this evening?”
I jumped in, kissed my sister on the cheek, and dropped the items on her bed.
“Thanks!” She squeezed me around the waist.
“Do you need anything else? I got some banana jam and mozzarella sticks.” Her PMS combo since 2015.
She giggled, her arms still around me. “We ordered some takeout from the new Malaysian restaurant. Want to join?”
My eyes paused on her friends for a second, and I shook my head.
“Can’t, but see ya tomorrow after training.” I ruffled her hair before jogging back to the window.
I was about to leave when Trix called me back. I glanced at her over my shoulder.
“Um, you might want this.”
There was a number written on the top of the tea box. She tore it off and tossed it to me.
“Sure, why not?” I caught it, waving at the girls—who blushed even more.
They played on the women’s wereball team. I’d fucked both of them once or twice…or thrice in high school.
I slid the piece of paper with Paula’s number into my back pocket.
“Do you ever have a day without a hook-up?”
“Enjoy your dirty water, Trix.”
“It’s called tea!”
“Same, same. Take care.”
Electronic music blared all the way down the street from our living room—along with the stench of pot.
Pushing the ajar door with a knee, I found the wereball lads sprawled around the TV, watching Callum and Tank Man battle it out on the Xbox. Others were either standing or lounging on beanbags, chilling with beers in hand, smoking, or shoveling down fries and candies.
