I got home and went straight to the PS3, needing to switch off after an intense day. I spent a few hours playing, lost between buttons and screens, until I got tired, but sleep just wouldn't come.
"Ugh, I can't sleep, damn it," I grumbled, rubbing my eyes. "I need to go for a ride." I got on my bike and set off aimlessly, the roar of the engine cutting through the silence of the night. I rode through the streets until I spotted a nightclub, its lights flashing in front of it like an invitation.
"Hm, interesting," I thought, slowing down. "I've never been inside a club before. Why not?" I parked and walked up to the bouncer, a guy as big as me, blocking the entrance with his arms crossed.
"How old are you, boy?" he asked, looking me up and down.
"Twenty-one," I replied firmly. He stared at me for a few seconds, as if weighing whether to believe me or not, but eventually he stepped aside.
If he hadn't let me in, I would have gone home without any drama, I thought as I walked in. The place was packed—bodies moving on the dance floor, loud voices, the smell of sweat and perfume mingling. It was full of women dancing; some were beautiful, some not so much. The music blasted in my ears, too loud for someone with acute hearing like mine.
I walked over to the bar and sat down on a high stool. "Bring me a glass of whiskey, mate," I asked the bartender. "Fill it to the brim."
"It's coming out," he replied, already grabbing the bottle.
I drank about seven glasses, one after the other. The alcohol burned my throat and rose quickly, leaving my head light, my thoughts spinning in a hot blur. As he lifted another glass to his mouth, a strange smell filled the air. That smell… There's a werewolf around here, I thought, wrinkling my nose. I looked around, searching, until my eyes stopped on a woman staring at me from across the room. Hayley Marshall?! My heart skipped a beat. She looked at me with her mouth half open, clearly shocked.
From her perspective, Hayley thought: Hmm, this place isn't bad. I've had a few guys hit on me before, but none of them were worth it… Suddenly, her senses sharpened. What? Another werewolf here? Where is he? She scanned the room until she settled on the tall guy at the bar. What's that smell? Her heart raced. Shit, what's happening to me? Without realizing it, her legs began to move toward him.
I returned to my vantage point and whispered softly, "Come here, little wolf." She heard me—of course, with that wolf hearing—and came straight over, sitting down next to me at the counter.
"I'm Hayley," she said, her eyes boring into mine. "Is that you?"
"Clark," I replied simply.
"What are you, Clark?" she asked, tilting her head. "I've never smelled a wolf as strong as you do."
"I'm just a little special," I said, with a half smile.
"Why don't you show me how special you are?" she retorted, a defiant glint in her eyes.
I stared at her for a second, but before I could respond, she grabbed my arm. She didn't even let me finish my glass—she dragged me straight to the bathroom. It had been almost two years since I'd gotten involved with anyone, and with the alcohol coursing through my veins, the urge to do so exploded. We walked into the women's bathroom, the door slamming behind us and locking with a quick click. The space was cramped, with cold tiles and a dim light flickering, but neither of us cared.
She pushed me against the wall, her hands firmly on my chest, and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss me. The taste of whiskey mixed with hers, hot and wild, as our tongues tangled in an urgent rhythm. My body responded instantly, heat rising as I pulled her by the waist, my hands moving down to firmly grip her ass beneath her short skirt. She let out a low moan against my mouth, urging me on.
"You're crazy," I murmured between kisses, my voice husky, as she laughed softly, her teeth grazing my bottom lip.
"You haven't seen anything yet," she replied, her hands already opening my jacket and pulling my shirt up. I felt her nails lightly scratch my chest as she ran her fingers down to my belt, undoing it with feverish haste. I wasn't far behind—I lifted her skirt, pushing her against the sink, and tore off her panties in one swift motion, the fabric ripping in my hands. She gasped, her eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and desire.
Wasting no time, I lifted her by the waist and placed her on the edge of the sink, her legs spreading wide to receive me. The space was tight, my shoulders almost hitting the partitions, but the alcohol and adrenaline made everything more intense. I entered her hard, both of us moaning loudly as our bodies collided. The sound echoed in the empty bathroom, mixed with the muffled noise of the music outside. She dug her nails into my back, pulling me deeper, her hips matching each thrust in a wild rhythm.
"Harder," she whispered, her voice cracking, and I obeyed, thrusting hard, the sink shaking beneath her weight. The heat of our bodies, the sweat dripping down my forehead, the smell of her—it all mixed together in a wave that made me dizzy. She threw her head back, moaning my name, and I felt the wolf instinct roar inside me, wanting more. I gripped her hair, tugging lightly as I sped up, my movements becoming almost brutal. She responded by gripping my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist until she was almost suffocating me.
The climax came fast and overwhelming. She screamed, the sound muffled by my hand covering her mouth at the last second, as I lost myself inside her, my whole body shaking with the release. For a moment we stayed like that, panting, pressed against each other, the air heavy with the smell of sex and alcohol.
Forty-five minutes later, Hayley was still panting, leaning against the wall as she adjusted her skirt. "Arf, arf… That was… AMAZING. I've never done anything like that in a bathroom before, Clark."
I laughed, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "Sure, it was good, but that was it."
"Y… Yes," she agreed, taking a deep breath. "It was just sex, nothing more. I don't want you to propose or anything. Besides, I have to go. My friends are waiting for me so we can go out."
"Okay," I said. "Write my number down on your phone." She picked up the phone, and I dictated the digits. After a few seconds, she finished saving. "Any problems you have, call me. If I can help, I will."
"Wow, you would do that for me?" she asked, surprised, before giving him a mischievous smile. "I'm going to end up falling in love like that."
"Sure," I replied, laughing. "If anything happens, just call me. Right now, I have to go."
"Wait," she said, pulling me gently. Before I could react, she kissed me—a slow, tongue-inducing kiss that took my already drunk brain by surprise.
"You were rough during sex, but this gesture now deserves a prize," she joked, kissing her own hand and blowing in my direction.
I smiled back and left, staggering a little as I walked back to the bike, my legs still shaky from what had just happened.
The next day, I woke up to the sun beating down on my face. "Ugh, what a fucking headache," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "I thought werewolves didn't get hangovers. What the hell is this?" I grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand, lit it, and took a long drag, letting the smoke fill the room as flashes of last night—the bar, Hayley, the bathroom—danced through my mind.