Sex Me Up, Mate

Chapter one

We were attending a pack meeting, well I wouldn't call it a meeting but a 'fucking session'- there were no adults and mates were spread through the forest sexing it up.

It was the mating season. Werewolves are no different than regular wolfs or dogs. It's no secret we smell like wet dog when we're wet and of course that rarely happens. Bathing proves to be a mission. We're not very found of water and we hate the rain. It doesn't get better with time, rather it gets worse, no kidding. I mean adults and elders can go up to four months without a bath. At least teens are somewhat, kinda, forced to do it. What with the wild sex, daily training, and sun hot temperature.

I sat by the lake, atleast I wouldn't smell it when a female climaxed or hear every bit of their love making.

"Come on, baby." I knew that voice. It belonged to the Alpha. He was lucky in that he had the status that made unmated females want him. He was nothing 'to fall in his wake' to me. He was just like any other male wolf. Ordinary.

"Yes..." the moan reached my ears. Victoria my best friend was the one laid out on the dry summer grass. Ouch. That's not pleasant.

I failed to see what they saw in that pig. Alpha Connor Raynes- papa named him. He was my twin and to say we didn't get along would be an undestatement.

"Corn flakes." I murmured. Connor snapped his head towards me and quickly shifted his naked body on top of Victoria.

"Fuck." He murmured. And stood to his full height. Pulling out of Victoria rather quickly.

She pouted. "Baby." she whined.

It was only then that he moved his eyes away from me and stared at the girl with spread legs, hands on her exposed pussy. "Don't baby me, fuck off."

I smelt her disappointment and tears only moments before I saw her cry. What did she expect? I've told her countless times that he's a good for nothing horny teenager. But did she listen to me, oh hell no.

"Leave." He commanded. And then he looked up at me. "Why didn't you say anything?"

If there's one thing I value about my brother it's the fact that he always wants to be a good example to me. He never has sex infront of me. And he never lets anyone else do it either. He respects me too much.

"Don't sweat over it." I told him, never once taking my eyes away from Vicky as she gathered what little dignity she had and left. Before she disappeared out of sight though, she did grace me with a hatefilled gaze.

"I'm sorry." Connor whispered in frastration. "I really forgot that I told you to hide up here."

"Corn flakes, its no big deal." I smiled wickedly. In 3,2,1

"You bitch, told you never to call me that again." He grimaced. "Only nana was allowed."

I rolled my eyes. Took him long enough.

I looked up as a twig broke in the nearby distance. It was our Beta, Aiden Hale. He almost always never spoke. Always alone, looking depressed. Nobody knew the color of his eyes. He never looked up.

He only graced us with his presence when he absolutely had to, like in pack gatherings and school but other than that he seemed to disappear from the face of the earth.

When he noticed us, he changed his direction and walked back where he'd come from.

"I should be leaving." Connor said. "I'm warning you." The hand that was covering his member pointed at me sharply.

"Yeks." I said re-arranging my face to a scowl. "EW."

He flashed beet red and disappeared.

"Oi," I shouted to Aiden. "Incoming look behind you."

I didn't think it would work but it did. He turned swiftly around and our eyes locked. They were an amazing shade of grey, just like the moon in the dead of the night.

His piercing gaze never left mine and I felt a shiver ran up my spine when his eyes turned a shade darker: his wolf's eyes.

He took a treatening step forward and I took two back. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I just wanted to see the color of his eyes. I didn't plan to find my mate.

He moved so fast that when I blinked it was all over. He was but a hair away. I gasped, I've never been this close to a man before and the proximity had my wolf jumping to the surface. His warmth wrapped around me like a blanket. My heart was beating frantically now, my toes digging into my shoes, and my hands shaking with the need to ran my hands over the smoothness of his skin.

He closed the distance between us and he lowered his lips to mine with a terrifing slowness. Mine burned with anticipation.

When our lips were merely touching, he looked up in my eyes again, asking for permission and my simple response was to shut them tight and welcome his as he sealed our fate.

At first it was a feather brush. And the second I left his possessive lips on mine, a surge of currents errupted through out my body and finally settled at my core.

I pressed myself harder against him and that's when he groaned and captured my trembling lips with his. The kiss was sweet, soft. His lips moved delicately over mine as though he didn't want to hurt me. I wound my arms around his neck wanting more: seemingly greedy. How could I not be. It was heavenly