Perspective shifts back and forth between Lucas and Ruby
I'm Nervous, excited, and mouth wateringly horny. This girl was something else, wild and in control. She promised complete satisfaction next time. This time wouldn't be like the last I was going to get my satisfaction. I'd be the one with my hands on her. The hair on the back of my neck twinged with the memory of her touch. My mouth watered at the memory of her taste. I revved the engine and took off.
These bikes don't have the loud chunking of a Harley but the sound still drowns out my beast's hunger.
I'm afraid the sound drowned out my hello as I extended my hand to greet this fine white gothic stud. Grabbing my hand he must have thought I wanted to pull him to the floor. I wanted to pull him to my bedroom. He was leading though. Planting us in the center between two of the DJs techno ravers. His hand slid to my back as we found a rhythm with the music.
I wasn't listening to music as I headed down to meet up with (broken wing). My lips were growing dry with the memory of her spreading before me again. I could taste her.
He tasted like peppermint and pennies. I expected him to taste like the IPA that'd be the pennies but the peppermint was refreshing. Pulling myself away to breathe was a mistake. The Base Dropped and one of the techno vikings spikes went through his high collar, hooked and dragged him a foot away. I heard a plate break in the kitchen.
With a gentle pressure on the break I took the bike down to just a few miles over the speed traps ticket zone. Standard advice is 8 to 9 over isn't worth the cops time but being on a bike anything over 4 is a risk and under 1 would certainly mark me as a suspect. That's when the growl started from the back, my wolf started
Howling, she was howling the goth girl was hysterical. She had thrown the plate at her boyfriend whose foundation was smeared with pink. Must have been from one of the DJs groupies. Without Jane I was going to have to pick a side. Which side was my tall and quiet type on? After pinning the taller but rail thin girl to the fridge, I recruited (broken wing) to escort the goth and his pixie out. After seeing her eyes glaze over, I yelled for her to stay. She was hopped up on party favors.
Hopped up on Adrenaline as the bike and my other half kept rumbling. I wasn't close enough to smell her yet. Two miles to go, my wolf was playing tricks as a Subaru fainted too close to the center lane and almost kissed me.
Shoved her tongue into my mouth. Gasping was the wrong reaction as the pill slid down my throat she was pushing, not trying to steal boyfriend's. She stumbled to give the furious girlfriend one of her samples, and was met with an open handed slap. I had to turn around and get (broken wing) to bring back the boyfriend kicking out this pusher instead. Either the drugs or his girlfriend's apologies were melting the couple and they were sucking on each necks. I made a mistake but set it right.
It's a mistake to meet back up with her. She was challenging me. I will take control this time. I wouldn't be led around. The things I was going to do this time. There would be another, I was certain. Could she be my fate?
Could he do it just for a night? Gracefully and without success, he was not trying to save his collar and untangle himself from the techno viking's spikes. I slipped into the fray and freed him. Well he wasn't free to leave me. His chest was smooth and his abs firm. My hands just had to be on him.
My hands just had to be around her. Turning my grip on the gas, remembering the grip I had on the divots in her hips. What if I squeezed her ankles? My fangs sharpened as the wolf buzzed. I stopped the bike under a streetlight. I knew this was true from the bullshit my father fed me. "No biting," my wolf replied. I should only bite my fate and our generations haven't had a fate mating in over 200 years. Normal teeth were fine but if I sunk my fangs into anyone every wolf would know that woman is marked as mine. Would that be so bad?
He wouldn't be bad at all. His pants were tight leather. His bulge was almost twice as big as my palms were wide. I measured more than once. He was a bit shy as a kisser but I kept getting that minty flavor. I need to pull him into my bedroom soon. The DJ was about to blast the "room shaker" and I wanted my bed to be given both shakes. "Come to my room!" I blurred into his ear. I couldn't hear his response. Looking down at me he nodded.
Looking up I saw the apartment but
I couldn't hear the music. There was certainly a party happening above (the downstairs couples room), the windows were lit up like a rave. Just to be sure I sent ( broken wing ) a text.
Just to be sure that my goth got the message. I told (broken wing) "Send him to my room. I don't want him caught up." without looking up from his phone. "You got it boss."
This is how I want the next scene to play out: Lucas arrives and Ruby is already in her bedroom. The blonde goth is headed to the bathroom. Broken wing points him out and Lucas is in front of the man in an instant. Intimidating him and directing his face forcefully into the wall. Broken wing and the biker couple remove the goth and return him to his friends. The music never stopped.
Lucas enters the room Ruby has one knee on the bed and her rear facing him. She is frozen in place with fear