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EMILY
“Drink! Drink! Drink!”
That chant had become an integral part of the night, as everyone’s intent was solely to get hammered. It started with an innocent comment. “I can definitely drink more than you,” Thoran had said to Alpha Radolph, unknowingly starting a competition in which everyone tried to outdrink one another.
It took a bit for everyone to loosen up. With everything looming over our heads, and the way the night ended the last few times we had a bonfire, everyone was too wary to enjoy themselves. But that changed after the drinking challenge began.
First round, a game of beer pong. Then, a drinking game with cards. Throw in a few shots and another drinking game, and we all sat around the fire, varying levels of wasted. The Ash Hounds could definitely hold their alcohol. They were like bottomless pits, drinking without slurring and stumbling.
Meanwhile, I was over there falling off my chair for no reason whatsoever.
Ember’s chair was scooted next to Cove’s, where it had been rooted most of the night. The two had really hit it off, and it didn’t take a psychic to see Ember’s new infatuation. I only wondered if Cove had that same type of infatuation or if hers was more innocent. She was timid, so it was hard to figure out how she felt. Ember, on the other hand, was flirtatious enough for the both of them.
Upon looking at them, my intoxicated brain decided I needed to flirt, too. Why not? I’m a vibrant young woman in the prime of her life. So, I stumbled out of my chair and made my way over to Cassian, who was having a very animated conversation with Radolph, Sam, and Thoran.
“Cassssian,” I mumbled, swinging an arm around his shoulder. Though he was so tall—and I was so drunk—I could only reach his chest. He looked down, his charming smile turning my insides to mush, and he kissed me on the forehead, resuming his conversation.
I should’ve been satisfied, but I wanted more. And while my brain said to wait patiently, my hormones demanded his attention immediately. So, I pulled him away and told him I needed to ask him about something inside.
The other two guys looked from him to me, and Cassian shrugged, allowing me to drag him away. “I’ll be back.”
No, you won’t,I wanted to say, but my confidence only went so far, even with the alcohol boosting it to obscene levels.
I led him inside, pulling him by his hand to the empty meeting room. With every step I took, I grew more aroused, my wolf whimpering for her mate—the feisty little she-devil. She’d made her presence known the past few weeks, slowly consuming me more and more. As our mating bond grew, so did my wolf.
His head tilted in confusion, and he asked, “What’s up, Em?”
God, the way my name rolled off his tongue was sexy. Without answering, I pulled him into me, crashing my lips onto his. But because I was unstable, we stumbled backward to the table.
“Em, what are you—”
But I cut him off, kissing him again. His arms enveloped me, running along my back, sliding under the hem of my crop top, and sending a tingle down my spine, through my limbs, ending at my fingertips. My lips traveled to his neck, and I inhaled his musky scent, a wave of desire washing through me.
In a heated passion, I pulled his face to mine, devouring his lips in the most delicious kiss. His tongue slid through my mouth, the taste of alcohol present, but not a deterrent. If anything, knowing he was drunk, too, fueled my desire.
I arched my back, pushing my chest against him. He groaned and grabbed my ass, hoisting me up onto the table. I could hear his wolf calling to mine, whining and begging to mate with me. And my wolf wanted the same.
My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips against mine. Cassian pinned my arms above my head, and crawled on top of me, grinding against my body. The sensations were overwhelming. Was my head spinning because I was drunk on alcohol or lust?
Sliding my hand down his chest and to his pants, I pulled at his belt, trying to unbuckle it, but his hand shot down to stop me.
“Wait, Em,” he said, breathing heavily as he pulled away. “Why are you doing this? Is it because you’re drunk?”
“What? No!” I shouted, attempting to pull him back down to my lips. But he held firm, so I rolled my eyes and sat up. “Cass, I’m your mate, right? If we were any other wolf mates in this pack, we would’ve already gone this far.”
“Yeah, but we aren’t like the others. So, why are you doing this? Why now?” His eyes searched mine, looking for an answer that I couldn’t give him. I didn’t know why the inspiration to have sex struck at that moment, but it did.
“What’s the big deal?” I asked, the words coming out harsher than I’d intended. “I mean, it’s not like we’ve never had sex before.”
“Yeah, but not with each other. This is a big deal, and I don’t want it to happen because you had too many drinks.” He pulled me closer, resting his forehead against mine as we both sat on top of the wooden table in the cold, dark meeting room. Okay, maybe it wasn’t ideally the most romantic place. “I want you in my bed, not on some hard table where I could get splinters in my ass.”
I snorted at his joke, knowing he was right. But the achy, needy, throbbing between my legs begged to differ. “Then, how about we head up to your room?” I asked, fluttering my lashes and pouting my lips. Cheap shot, maybe, but my wolf wouldn’t back down.
“Not tonight.” Cassian laughed, running his fingers through my hair as he kissed my cheek. “Tonight, you’re limited to anything above the clothes.”
In a final attempt to sway him, I grabbed his crotch, hard and firm beneath his pants, despite his many efforts not to be. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes as if reconsidering. “What?” I asked innocently. “It’s over the pants.”
He didn’t stop me but wouldn’t let me take it further. “Ugh!” I groaned, sitting up. “Then what am I supposed to do, Cass? I’m all hot and bothered.”
