Two drinks later and the familiar, blissful feeling takes over. All that matters is the here and now, I happily forget all about the past few weeks. I dance with Axel and force Nixon to dance with me too. Nixon drives us back to his place soon after. I’m not drunk to the point where I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or saying; my words aren’t slurred yet. No, I’m at the point where everything is funny and where my feet aren’t quite co-ordinating with my brain. Nixon wraps his arm around me, keeping me from falling over. We pass a group of young pack members as we make our way toward Nixon’s house. I don’t miss the worried looks on my mate’s faces as I stumble pass them standing on the main pack house porch.
Axel is totally wasted. He picks me up and flops us onto Nixon’s guest bed before accidentally rolling off the bed. I laugh until my stomach hurts. There’s a hard knocking on the front door, Nixon chuckles and shakes his head at us as he leaves the room. Axel tries to lift himself onto the bed, but he fails miserably. He ends up lying flat on his back on the floor.
“Fuck it!” He mumbles.
“Why the hell would you allow her to drink?” Talon’s angry voice echoes through the walls.
“Why the hell do you even care?” I yell from the room.
Axel starts laughing again, I can’t help but to join in too.
I hear him stomping down the passage towards me. Usually I would back away from an angry wolf with anxiety, but with the alcohol running through my veins, I’m totally chilled. My laughter dies down though when Talon walks into the room.
He picks me up with one quick movement, throwing me over his shoulder and walking out of the house. I call for Nixon out loud. In my head I hear his voice say, “It’ll only cause more trouble if I stop him, Angel.”
“Thanks a lot, Nixon,” I mumble out loud.
“I’m not in the mood to be fucked with, Angel. Nixon knows that,” Talon says.
“And you think I’m in the mood? Let me down,” I retort.
“No!”
“For fuck sakes, Talon. let me down!” I pound at his back. When he doesn’t flinch I slap his ass with an open hand. He pauses mid step before spanking me on the ass harder.
I squeal then start laughing… again.
“I can do it harder. Want another one? Maybe you should make more noise and let everyone see the state you’re in?” He continues to walk. I keep quiet the rest of the way.
“Good girl.” He rubs my ass gently.
Talon carries me into my room and throws me on the bed. He walks to the door, I expect him to leave but he closes it instead. He comes back, pulling off his shirt. I shamelessly stare open mouthed; I’ll never get over how handsome he is. I shake my head trying to get rid of those thoughts. I start pulling my shoes off, noticing from the corner of my eyes that he’s taking his pants off too.
I groan, “What do you want Talon? You told me no more lies, so I told you the truth about sleeping with your brother and then you’re a dick to me. Now your back here and what? You wanna tuck me in?” I raise an eyebrow and scoff.
“Not here to tuck you in,” he says pulling off his socks, leaving him standing in my room with nothing other than a pair of tight white boxer briefs on. Realisation hits and my shoulders sag.
“Ah… I get it. You want your turn. You want in on the action too.” I reach for my pants repeating the words he’d said earlier.
“A turn? Action?” He asks confused.
I pull them down, leaving me in a pair of turquoise lace panties. Rolling over on the bed, I say,
“Yeah. A turn, Talon. How do you want me? On my hands and knees like Tyler?” I move into position.
“You can tug on my hair too if you like. My scalp is still a bit raw from where your brother yanked on it, but hey, I’ll deal.” I hold my hair out with one hand for him. I feel the tears forming, but I don’t let him see them as I look down at the silver comforter on my bed.
He doesn’t say anything. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my top on so you won’t have to see the scars,” I whisper on a sob.
“Jesus.” He climbs on the bed in front of me, pulling me onto his lap. I don’t want to hold him, but his wolf calling for me and I can’t help but soak up all the affection I’m getting from him in this moment. I rest my forehead in the crook of his neck, trying to get the tears under control.
“I’m so sorry, baby. So sorry. I should have been here for you. He shouldn’t have taken you like that. God, he shouldn’t have treated you so brutally. Jesus, I know it’s no excuse, but you should have told him you were a virgin,” he says breathlessly, his voice breaking. It only makes me cry harder into his neck as he holds me tighter.