Mated To A Wolf

Finn York sat in a dark corner at Wulf’s Den and watched the people around him. He quickly downed the shot of whiskey he held in his hand, disgusted with the number of werewolves he could pick out in the crowd. He slammed down the empty shot glass and reached for the full bottle of beer that sat on the table in front of him. He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop himself from coming to Wulf’s Den when he disliked being around the employees and patrons, who mostly were werewolves. They stood out in the crowd with their cover model good looks, well shaped bodies and over average height. At one time he’d loved coming to Wulf’s Den with his twin brother, Eli, in the hopes of picking up one of the gorgeous women. Now that he truly knew what they were all that had changed. He now found himself drawn to Wulf’s Den at least three nights a week to watch werewolves--his new sick obsession.

At least Eli had stayed home tonight instead of following him to Wulf’s Den. Finn knew his twin worried about him, but Eli’s show of concern grated on his nerves. As did the concern his older brother, Keegan, and his younger brother, Hayes, showed when around him. But Billie’s displays of concern bothered him the most. As the baby of the family, and the only girl out of four siblings, he and his brothers had always watched out for her. Now that Billie had taken an over fifteen-hundred-year-old werewolf for her mate, and had been turned into a werewolf herself, she no longer needed her brothers to protect her. With Billie able to look after herself, she and the rest of his family focused their caring attention on him because of what had happened to him three months before. If they ever found out about the changes that had taken place inside him after that fateful day, Finn knew they would be more than just a little concerned about his behavior.

Finn gritted his teeth as a fresh wave of mingled scents washed over him. They battered his senses and gave him a wealth of information about the people who sat close to his table. He hated it. He hadn’t asked for this ‘gift’, or the gift of sight he now possessed. Being injected with Billie’s werewolf mate’s blood had wrought these changes in him. Royce’s blood had had a permanent effect on him.

He took a long swig from his beer when he spotted Beowulf and Roxie over at the bar. Beowulf owned Wulf’s Den and was the leader of his pack. Finn tried to avoid Beowulf as much as he could, mostly because Roxie never seemed to be too far from her mate. She, Finn wanted to avoid at all costs. Descended from Royce, and the first mortal to be turned into a werewolf, Roxie had been the one responsible for turning Billie. He couldn’t look her in the face knowing what she had done to his sister. It was the same spell Roxie had used on his sister that a rival male werewolf had tried to use on him three months before. Gren, thinking Royce’s blood had been the key to turning Roxie into a werewolf, had taken him and Royce captive so he could try to turn Finn. The spell hadn’t worked the way Gren had intended, but Royce’s blood had left its mark on Finn anyway.

With another long pull on his beer, Finn caught the eye of the nearest waitress. He intended to sit here until he got shit-faced drunk. Only then he’d go home, fall into his bed and not have to worry about the visions that invariably invaded his dreams.


* * * *


Jocelyn kept half an eye on the mortal who sat alone in the dark corner of the room while she brought drinks to other tables. She had noticed him the very first time he’d come to Wulf’s Den with his identical twin brother. He’d been a lot more carefree and happier then. Now, he appeared to be a different man entirely. No longer did he flash appreciative looks at the women as they walked by, nor did he laugh and joke with his brother when they came to the nightclub together. Something had happened three months ago to change him, and not for the better. More and more, Jocelyn caught sight of him giving the werewolves inside the club looks of disgust, as though their mere presence angered him. If that was the case, she couldn’t understand why he continued to come to Wulf’s Den week after week.

As she delivered drinks to a table close to the mortal’s, Jocelyn glanced over at him. Her heart beat a little faster when his grey-blue eyes caught hers and he waved her over to his table. She gave him a nod as she served the last drink on her tray.

Unable to stop herself, Jocelyn settled her hungry gaze on the mortal. She wanted him. Before the changes in him, she’d been working up her nerve to go over and talk to him, to test the waters, but with the hatred of her kind that he seemingly felt, she’d decided to keep her distance. It hadn’t stopped her body’s reaction whenever he came to the nightclub though. Just one sight of him and she became aroused. Even now her nipples tightened into buds beneath her blouse, and her pussy ached to be filled as she drew nearer to him.

At his table, she smiled down at him thankful he wasn’t a werewolf. A male of her kind would easily smell the scent of her arousal. “What can I get you?”

He spoke through gritted teeth. “Give me another shot of whiskey and a beer.” His nostrils flared as he drew in deep breaths of air.

Jocelyn’s brows came together in confusion as she watched him inhale her scent. His hands fisted on the table in front of him while his hot gaze raked the length of her body and back up to her face. The muscle in his jaw jumped as he made a quiet animalist growl of need. Her pussy clenched at the sound. If she didn’t know better, he showed all the signs of a male werewolf who had just found his mate. Jocelyn pulled his scent into her lungs. He smelled mortal, but she also detected something else--he had the underlying scent of a werewolf. It was minute compared to the mortal scent, but she picked it up nonetheless. And he was aroused. The musky male scent of arousal washed over her, growing stronger the longer she stood in front of him.

Unsure of what to make of his scent, Jocelyn nodded. “I’ll be back in a few minutes with your drinks.”

She felt his eyes follow her as she turned and headed over to the bar. Jocelyn placed her drink order then turned to find Beowulf and Roxie giving her curious looks. She stared back at them. Beowulf stood with his arm around Roxie’s shoulder while she sat on one of the barstools. Rarely did you see one without the other. To her, Jocelyn found Beowulf a little more protective of his mate than males usually were, for which she couldn’t blame him. Roxie was special. The Celtic-like markings around her left wrist marked her as the one foretold in an ancient prophecy to rule over all the werewolf packs.

When Beowulf and Roxie continued to stare at her, Jocelyn cocked a brow in their direction. “What?”

Roxie gave her a knowing smile before she looked over at the mortal’s table and then back at her. “You like Finn, don’t you?” When Jocelyn gave her a confused look, Roxie added, “The mortal whose table you came from. His name is Finn. I can tell you like him.”

Jocelyn turned back to put the opened bottle of beer and shot glass of whiskey on her tray. She felt her cheeks grow warm knowing exactly how Roxie knew she found Finn attractive. “Maybe I do.”

Roxie chuckled. “I’d say it’s much more than a maybe. I think you’re just what Finn needs.”

“Rox,” Beowulf warned. “I don’t think it would be a good idea to play matchmaker where Finn is concerned.”

“I think it would be a perfect way to get Finn out of his snit.”

“I would hardly call Finn’s behavior a snit. It’s a little stronger than that, and I don’t think his attitude is going to change that easily.”

Roxie rolled her eyes. “Never mind Beowulf, Jocelyn. That’s just a matter of his opinion. I’m only going to say one last thing and then you can make your own decision.”

Beowulf gasped in feigned shock. “Only one? When did you learn such restraint?” He then grunted when Roxie’s elbow jabbed him in the ribs.

“Like I said before I got rudely interrupted,” Roxie said to Jocelyn. “I’ll say one last thing. Finn learned about our kind in a way no mortal should. It has given us a bad name in his eyes. If you showed him all werewolves aren’t as evil as he thinks, you may be able to get him to see us in a better light. It would do him and his family a favor. Just something to think about.”

Jocelyn nodded. Roxie had explained some of the reasons why Finn had changed, though she didn’t go into much detail. Now that she thought about it, his behavior had changed around the same time the pack had learned Gren, Beowulf’s one time nemesis, had been killed. Could Finn have been involved with what had gone down with Gren? She picked up her tray of drinks off the bar. “I’ll think about it. I better give Finn his drinks. I can feel him staring daggers into my back.”

Roxie smiled. “Oh, I wouldn’t describe that look quite in that way. I would say it’s very much the opposite.”

Lifting her gaze in Finn’s direction, Jocelyn sucked in a sharp breath. He gazed at her hungrily, his gaze so hot she was surprised she hadn’t melted into puddle of goo on the floor. When he realized she’d caught him staring at her, the hunger left his face to be replaced with the oh so familiar look of disgust.

With a sigh, Jocelyn carried the tray of drinks over to his table. She placed each one in front of him and then collected up the empty beer bottle and shot glass that also sat on the table. “Can I get you anything else?” She let her gaze touch on his longish straight black hair, high cheek bones and sculpted lips. Finn made the same animalistic growl as he had made earlier when her gaze locked onto his mouth and her tongue came out to lick her suddenly dry lips.

“No. Just keep the drinks coming,” he said with a growl.

Jocelyn forced herself to walk away. She would make sure she didn’t stray too far from him. She had a feeling that by the end of the night he would be lucky if he could stand on his own two feet.


* * * *


Finn slowly pushed back his chair as the room spun around him. He’d reached the stage of shit-faced drunk and then some. He blamed it on her. Every time she brought him drinks, her scent slammed into him causing his cock to harden with need. He couldn’t stop himself from drawing the scent of her arousal deep inside him until he knew the smell of her would be forever engraved in his brain. Even now, so drunk he had doubts that he could manage to walk outside to catch a cab let alone walk out of Wulf’s Den, he sported a raging hard-on. He fought the urge to adjust himself inside his jeans that now felt too tight in the crotch.

With his hands flat on the table, Finn tried to lever himself up. He leaned on the table for a few seconds as the room seemed to spin faster. Once he felt the room spin at a slower pace, he forced himself to stand up straight. So far so good. Now he had to manage the task of walking across the room to the entrance. Right now, it seemed almost too great of a distance for him to manage. Determined to walk out of the nightclub without falling on his face, Finn took an unsteady step away from the table.

He took his time as he walked across the almost deserted Wulf’s Den. The nightclub’s doors had closed for the night a few minutes before. About halfway to the door Finn started to run into trouble. The alcohol he had consumed started to rush to his head. He stumbled as he started to list to one side. Before he completely lost his balance, an arm came around his waist and his arm settled around a feminine set of shoulders. When he looked down and saw who helped to keep him upright, Finn bit back a groan.

Finn’s gaze collided with his waitress’ incredible light green eyes as she stared back up at him. Unable to stop himself, he let his gaze touch on her long, straight auburn hair before he moved down her slim body. She had all the right curves in all the right places that seemed to be a perfect fit against his side. Like all her kind, she was taller than most mortal women. At six foot three, he towered over a lot of women, but not this one. She had to be at least six foot tall.

He tried to take his arm back, but she held onto him tenaciously. “I’m can walk on my own.” His voice sounded slurred even to him.

She gave him a snort of disbelief as she started to walk them toward the entrance. “I doubt that. I’m Jocelyn Swen, in case you’re interested.”

Finn felt the side of Jocelyn’s breast brush up against his side with each step they took. His stiff cock throbbed inside his jeans. It didn’t care she was a werewolf. It just wanted to be buried to the hilt inside her wet pussy. He gritted his teeth against the intense arousal that made his blood surge through his veins with need. “Since you won’t let me go, and I’m in no condition to fight you, you can just put me in a taxi.”

“I don’t think so. I’ll drive you home. You would probably pass out in the taxi and then where would you be?”

Much to his disgust, when they reached the door Jocelyn easily managed to hold him against her side with one arm as she used her other hand to push open the door to the nightclub. Even though he weighed more than she did, and he had a lot of muscle on his body that made him quite heavy, she had no problem maneuvering him about. Being a werewolf, she probably could wipe the floor with him if she wanted to.

It didn’t take Jocelyn long to get them to the parking lot at the back of Wulf’s Den. She walked him over to the black Ferrari that sat parked at the very back of the lot. Did all werewolves drive expensive cars? Finn didn’t have much more time to dwell on that particular question once Jocelyn got him to lean with his back against the car while she fished her car keys out of her purse. Without her support, he felt his legs slowly give out on him and he started to slip down the car. Jocelyn caught him around the waist with both of her arms so he leaned against her body before he could hit the ground.

The feel of her breasts pressed against his chest as she held him close became too much for him. The need to taste her mouth overrode everything else he felt. The same animalistic growl he hadn’t been able to control back in the nightclub rose up inside him as he threaded his fingers through her hair. Finn held her in place as he took her mouth in a hard kiss. As he moved his lips across hers, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue twined with hers. The taste of her had him pushing his erection against her lower stomach. She tasted sweeter than the headiest wine. He couldn’t get enough of her. When she whimpered with need, he brought his hands down to her ass and hauled her closer as he ground his cock against her.

Lost in a haze of sexual arousal, Finn lifted a hand to the buttons of Jocelyn’s blouse. He tried to work a button free so he could slip a hand inside to cup her breast, but she jerked away from him, breaking the contact of their lips. Finn noticed her lips were puffy from his kisses as he stared down at her. The need to pull her into the car, lift her tight skirt and bury his aching cock inside her beat at him. He almost couldn’t ignore it. Before he could try and take her lips once again, Jocelyn unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for him.

She shook her head when he would have pulled her to him again. “No, Finn. First of all I’m not going to have sex with you in a car in a parking lot. I’m not that desperate. And secondly, I’m not sure this is something you really want to do. You’re not able to think straight at the moment. I have no intentions of sleeping with you and then having you regret what you did the next morning. Now into the car with you.”

Finn felt the world start to spin faster again. He had no idea how Jocelyn knew his name. He knew he hadn’t told her, but at the moment he didn’t much care how she found it out. She shoved him inside the car and put the seat belt on him before she shut the door. He watched two Jocelyns walk around the front of the car and get in the driver’s side. Finn’s eyes grew heavy as he settled into the corner of the seat. He gave up the battle to stay awake as Jocelyn started the car.