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DREW’S POV
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What the fuck were you thinking inviting Becca to go with us? Did you forget this is an all–werewolf party? What will hoy and Scott think if they see us strolling in with a human?
I don’t know, Remus. But who cares?’
I do. I care. You know what they’ll think? That we have a human girl as our pet‘
You worry too much.
And you worry too little
I pulled on my ripped black jeans, a white crew neck tee, and my black leather jacket. Clean, simple, but still badass. My hair was still wet from my shower, and my jaw was fresh shaved. I looked good and I knew it.
Let’s go see if Becca’s ready, I told my wolf.
I walked down the hall and knocked on her bedroom door. “Becca, you ready?” I asked through the door.
It creaked open a few inches and she peeked out with a nervous smile. “Yes, just let me grab my bag. You can come in and wait if you want.”
I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.
“What does she need a bag for? Remus muttered.
Becca came around the corner with a pink JanSport backpack that could’ve hit a week’s worth of survival gear. 1 blinked at it.
“And where do you think you’re going with that?”
“To the party,” she stated. She couldn’t be fucking serious. I have a few bottles of water. Some saltine crackers, energy bars and of course I decided to bring a book to read in case I get bored, though I didn’t know which one of the Bronte’s I should take Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre or Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights? Two good choices –
I snatched the bag from her before she could finish and tossed it on top of the wardrobe. We’re heaving the fucking bag
“Come on!” she protested. “What am I supposed to do it I get bored
“We’re not going to a church pluck, Bera It’s a party. There’ll be music, games, possibly drugs, definitely alcohol. There’ll be plenty of activities to choose hom
“What?”
“Kidding Mostly just relax ill be fine
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She sighed dramatically. “Alright. I guess we should go now.”
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I took one look at her outfit and nearly choked. She had on khaki boy shorts that went to her knees, a floral blouse tucked into the waistband like she was going to meet her Bible study group. And the shoes… oh hell no. Not even my great–granny would be caught dead in those.
“What are those?” I asked, squinting at her footwear.
She clicked them together proudly. “These are sensible shoes. Slip–resistant, memory foam insoles-”
I stopped listening after that. “I know I said I didn’t care what you wore, but I lied. I can’t be seen with you dressed like you’re about to sell Girl Scout cookies.”
“This is the nicest thing I own!”
“You’re just a sad little story, aren’t you?” I shook my head. “What about the stuff my father bought for you?”
“Yeah, I’ll wear those when I decide to run for mayor.”
“Alright. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I ran down to the Beta quarters and snuck into Mika’s closet. She had more trashy designer outfits than a Vegas showgirl. I found something perfect. It was edgy, scandalous, and hot as fuck. I sprinted back to Becca’s room and knocked before entering.
“Here you go,” I said, handing her the outfit and matching boots.
She unfolded it and gasped. “You expect me to wear this? This is nothing but holes and mesh!”
“It has leather too,” I smirked.
“Drew, I can’t wear this. I’ll look like a lady for the streets!”
“Then you’ll fit right in. Try it on. If you hate it, you can wear your Ranger outfit.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, grumbling under her breath. I leaned against her bed, checking my watch. Five minutes passed. Then ten.
“What’s taking her so long? Remus hissed.
Can you chill? She’s probably fighting with her modesty
The door creaked and she stepped out wrapped in a towel.
“Nope!” she squealed, shaking her head. “Absolutely not! I can’t let anyone see me in this.”
“Okay,” I drawled. “But I can’t judge if you don’t let me see.”
She bit her nail and jerked in place, clearly torn. I got impatient.
“For Goddess‘ sake…
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I strode over, gripped the towel, and yanked it away before she could fight me. She squealed but made no serious effort to stop me.
And then… holy hell.
She stood there in mesh black stockings that clung to her legs like second skin. The shoes fit just right, giving her legs the right amount of appeal. The leather short–shorts hugged her waist with silver zippers and laces. tracing down the sides. Up top, she wore a leather bralette with silver studs across the bust. Her hair was in a messy half–up bun, a few strands falling over her cheekbones. Her lips were pink and pouty and her cheeks. red from embarrassment.
Remus gulped. ‘Holy eclipse. I told you she had a nice rack.
“You look like a goddess dipped in sin,” I murmured.
She folded her arms. “I look like a cheap prostitute.”
“Becca,” I stepped closer. “If you were a whore, I’d pay top dollars for just one kiss. You look good. Really good.”
Her blush deepened. “You mean it?”
“Yeah.”
She turned her face to hide her smile, but it was too late, I saw it.
I checked my watch. “Shit. It’s way past 10. We should go.”
“Okay,” she said, grabbing her phone. “You promised I could drive.”
“Trust me. You won’t want to when you see my ride.”
We headed out to the driveway, and her eyes widened in disbelief. There it was… my sleek black Ducati Diavel V4 motorcycle, glinting like chrome under the moonlight.
“That… that’s your bike?” she asked, eyes wide like saucers.
“Yup.” I swung my leg over the seat. “Climb on.”
She froze. “You’re right,” she said, eyeing it like it would bite her. “I don’t want to drive that, much less ride on it. Do you know what the statistics are on bike accidents?”
“No! But let me guess? You’re gonna tell me.”
“It’s 14% higher than car accidents. And has a 22% higher death rate,” she announced. ‘I–I don’t think I can ride on that. What if we crash? What if I fall off? What if-”
I grinned and cut her off. “Becca. I’ve ridden this bike over mountain ridges at midnight in the rain. You are not going to fall. I’ll even go below the speed limit if that’ll make you feel better.”
She swallowed. “What about a helmet?”
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“I brought one.” I held it out to her.
She stood there chewing her bottom lip while she debated with herself.
“Becca, I promise. You’ll be safe with me.” I reached for her hand and helped her onto the bike.
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“Okay. This will be good. I will reach my destination in one piece,” she muttered. If this was her on a motorcycle, I didn’t want to imagine her on a plane.
She was gulping too loudly, and I could smell her fear.
“Just relax,” I said, probably for the hundredth time tonight.
“Easy for you to say. You don’t fear anything.”
“Now hold on tight, bookworm.” I kicked up the stand. She hesitated, then wrapped her arms around my waist. Her grip tightened instantly.
I revved the engine, and the roar made her yelp. She buried her face into my back and clutched my waist like a vice. I could feel her chest pressed against me, and her heartbeat was hammering so loudly I could feel it through my jacket.
‘She smells like heaven,‘ Remus growled. ‘I like it.’
We tore down the road as the wind rushed past us.
“I thought you said you were going slow!” she yelled from behind me.
I chuckled. She was so innocent and sweet. Every time I shifted gears, she held me tighter like I was the only solid thing in the universe. Her wild honey and crushed leaves scent wrapped around me like a spell.
By the time we pulled up to the house, music was thumping so hard the pavement vibrated. There was red and gold lights flashing through the trees. Dozens of cars lined the street showcasing that the place was packed.
I killed the engine and turned my head. “You still alive back there?”
She nodded stiffly. “Barely”
She climbed off slowly, tugging her top into place and trying to fix her helmet hair. She looked flushed, breathless… and sexy as hell.
“Are you nervous?” I asked, pulling off my helmet and shaking out my hair.
“A little,” she admitted. “This isn’t really my scene.”
“You’ll be fine. Just stick with me.”
“And if I get overwhelmed?”
“Tell me and I’ll take you home.”
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“Promise?”
“I swear.”
She hesitated again, then nodded.
Becca handed me the helmet and I placed it on the bike.
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“Are you ready to party?” I asked. The look on her face told me she was about to say no. “Never mind,” I smirked as we walked up to the door.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
