“It’s always the quiet ones. I bet you’re crazy in bed—that’s why Blake keeps you around, right?”
“Please let me go,” I said, trying to walk the other way, but he put his other arm against the wall, caging me in. His breath smelled terrible, and I thought I was going to gag.
“Blake’s only playing with you though. Why not play with me too?” He grabbed my ass with one of his hands, pulling me close to him. I tried to push him away as I felt a panic attack come on. I started to feel dizzy, the whole world swirling around me. I was losing the strength to push him off me as he grabbed me with his other hand. I started taking deep breaths, trying to gain control of the situation, when he was pulled off me. I looked up to see Jack had thrown him to the ground in the room where everyone was. They all looked up to see what was happening.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jack growled at him.
Charlie got up and pushed Jack. “I always knew you were a fucking faggot.” He then spit in his face.
Jack was about to punch Charlie when Blake yelled, “Stop!” Everyone looked at him and he said, “He’s mine.” He walked over and grabbed Charlie by the shirt, pulling him up toward him. “If you ever use that word again, I will fucking banish you from this pack.” He looked around at everyone and yelled, “If anyone has a problem with either Jack or Tyler, you fucking come to me. I am the alpha now, and I decide who stays and who goes from this pack.”
He looked back at Charlie and continued, “And if you ever, ever even fucking look at Jasmine the wrong way again, I will end you. And I can promise you it will not be quick and painless. Now I suggest you get the fuck out of here.” After he put Charlie down, he fled. Blake looked back at the group, smiled, and said, “Isn’t there supposed to be some birthday cake?”
“Coming right up!” Brooke stood up from where she was sitting and walked toward the kitchen.
Blake came over to me and put his arm around me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Good. He’s gone now. Let’s go have some cake.” He led me over to the kitchen table where Brooke was lighting candles. After they were all lit, everyone started singing “Happy Birthday.” When the song ended, Blake blew them all out in one huff, then he winked at me and said, “I hope my wish comes true.”
After we ate cake, everyone changed into their bathing suits and we made our way outside to the hot tub. Blake pulled me close to him and whispered, “I wish we were alone in here.”
Zach and Pat brought out tequila shots for everyone. We all took one and then they brought out more drinks. I was fully drunk by the end of the night, having trouble balancing.
Once everyone started going to bed, Blake led me to my room. He opened my door and said, “Have a good night, Jasmine. Thank you for coming here for my birthday.” He kissed me on my forehead and turned to walk up a set of stairs.
I decided to follow him, wobbling as I did, and dropping the towel that was wrapped around me. He turned around and looked at me. “Be careful.” He came down to help me.
“I want to see your room,” I said.
“Well, okay then,” he said, picking up my towel and helping me up the stairs. He opened the door to a spacious, rustic bedroom with large windows, an angled ceiling lined with wooden beams, soft carpet, and an en suite bathroom. “What do you think? Nice, right?” he asked, smiling at me.
“I should probably rinse myself before I get into bed,” I slurred while untying the strings to my bikini top, allowing it to fall to the ground. His eyes didn’t leave me as I then slid my bathing suit bottoms off until I was standing completely naked in front of Blake.
“Goddess, you really know how to torture me,” he practically groaned.
“Are you going to join me?” I asked, heading into the bathroom to step into the shower.
“Well, this is certainly a new version of you that I didn’t know.” His eyes were wide as he followed me, dropping his swim shorts as he entered the bathroom. I turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up. I then stepped into the shower and he followed me. He pulled me close to him, kissing me. The two of us lost ourselves in the kiss as the water fell over us.
I begged him for more with my tongue, grabbing his ass and pulling myself against his very substantial erection. He groaned and bit my bottom lip, grabbing me by my ass and lifting me against his body, pressing me against the cold tile wall. I didn’t even care how cold it was as I felt Blake’s warm body against mine, kissing me as if my lips were the only things keeping him alive.
“We should go to bed,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear, my whole body tingling with desire as he turned the water off. He stepped out and handed me a towel to dry off as he did the same.
I followed him out of the bathroom and flung myself onto the bed, trying to position myself seductively. His lustful blue eyes pierced me as I asked, “So how does this work? You just fuck me until you get sick of me and find someone else?”
“What?” he asked, blinking a few times.
“Well, I don’t have a mate to save myself for anymore, so I might as well find out what the big deal is. And you seem willing to show me.”
“Why are you saying this, Jasmine?”
“It’s what you want, right? All your friends told me. You just hit it and quit it.”
“They actually used that phrase?”
“No, but it’s accurate, isn’t it?”