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By the time the wolves started returning to human form, I had to make a choice. I could either enjoy the limited time I had here, or I could mope and make myself miserable.
I’d spent too many years being unhappy. I wasn’t going to do it anymore. I knew I wouldn’t go back to Wolf Creek for anyone or anything. It wasn’t worth it. Even if I did want to make Tyler, Julian, and Kyle feel the kind of pain they’d inflicted on me. I wasn’t like them. I didn’t get off on causing harm. It was better for all of us if I vanished. Besides, Tyler would have to deal with the bond between us his entire life. That was probably a greater punishment than killing him.
Sheila was back in her clothes, her face flushed and her eyes wild. “That was a great run.”
“You looked like you were having fun,” I said.
“I can’t wait till you get to join us,” she said.
My chest tightened but I managed a smile. I knew that once I could shift, I was out of here but I didn’t need to think about that tonight.
“Drinks?” Sheila asked.
“Hell, yes.” I followed her toward a keg and we grabbed a couple of red plastic cups full of beer. It tasted terrible but I didn’t think we were drinking it for the flavor. While I’d had a drink on occasion in the past, I’d seen too many examples of what happened when you got drunk to let myself go all in.
We wandered around the bonfire and I met a lot of shifters. Some of them still naked, drinking beer and chatting without any concern. I found myself hoping I’d run into Alec in that state.Stop it, Lola.I had to get him out of my head.
As the night wore on, my cup was never empty. I was a little unsteady on my feet, but I had nowhere to be and I’d talked myself into to having some fun. I’d been the responsible one my whole life, why not let go a little?
We were chatting with a group of shifters around our age and Sheila was practically eye fucking one of the females in the group. I wasn’t even sure how it happened, but suddenly, they were making out and started to distance themselves from the group.
“You know, I keep asking her out but she just won’t bend,” a male said.
“She’s not into dick,” I said, matter-of-factly.
“What about you?” he asked.
I narrowed my eyes, forcing myself to concentrate through the booze induced haze. He was handsome. Tall, like all the male wolf shifters I knew. He was broad shouldered and strong with olive skin and jet-black hair.
“You’re checking me out,” he said.
“Yes, I am,” I agreed.
“I think that means you like dick,” he said.
I nodded. “I think that means I do.”
He laughed. I vaguely registered that I was giggling. Which I never did. Was I flirting? Maybe. Maybe I even wanted to make out with this handsome shifter. Didn’t I deserve to enjoy myself too?
For a moment, I wondered if it was a good idea. I didn’t know him. But I’d honestly never made out with anyone. I was nineteen fucking years old. I should be enjoying myself.
I winced, my brain was rebelling against the conflicting thoughts in my head. It was too difficult to concentrate right now. Besides, giggling was fun. Drinking was fun. This random wolf shifter in front of me was fun.
And he was hot. Yep. I liked dick. “You’re hot.”
He moved closer to me and set his hand on my back, pulling me up against him. He ran his other hand through my hair. “You are fucking gorgeous. I’m going to do all sorts of things to you.”
“You are?” I asked, my mind was foggy but my body was reacting to his touch. His hand was on my ass, squeezing and rubbing. Little ripples of pleasure came from his touch. I wanted it. I needed it.
He lifted my chin and lowered his lips to mine. He tasted like cheap beer and tobacco but I ignored it, too drunk to resist. The kiss was sloppy and wet, but I went along with it. Somewhere in the back of my head, I wasn’t sure I should continue, but the thought didn’t last long.
His tongue was in my mouth now, and my body felt like it was on fire. There was a part of me that needed the sexual release, but it didn’t feel quite right.
When his hand went down the front of my shorts, warning bells rang in my head. I tried to pull away from the kiss, but he pressed his mouth harder against mine. His fingers rubbed against my clit and I panted into the kiss. The touch felt good, but also wrong. Why couldn’t I make myself stop this?
As his fingers neared my entrance, I regained some clarity. I didn’t want this. He tasted like cigarettes and he wasn’t who I wanted to be with. I pushed away, managing to move my mouth away from his enough to get a word out. “Stop.”
