~Mason~
The door swung open, and Riley poked his big head in. His face turned red when he saw the bottle of scotch early empty on the table and our glasses dry with not a single drop to spare.
“You raided my scotch?” he seethed.
I looked at Dimitri, and we both stood from the couches. I reached out my hand. Graham followed my gesture with his eyes, and his brows furrowed more and more the closer our hands got. When we shook them, I could see a world of worry in Graham’s eyes. Dimitri and Riley walked out, but not before Riley warned me not to touch any more of his booze. He took the bottle away with the little scotch that was left.
“What the fuck did you just shake on?” Graham asked me when we were alone.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“You told me to keep Riley away from here so you could get information from Dimitri. What did you find out?” Graham stepped closer, and I could tell there was a hint of distrust in his eyes.
“I found out that the deer is going to be marinated in garlic butter and basil leaves,” I said and gasped. I walked out of the house. Graham stepped to the side to block me, and his shoulder tapped onto mine.
“Was it a mistake for you to come here?” he asked.
“Could it be that you don’t trust me, Graham?” I asked.
“That wasn’t an answer,” he said, and I narrowed my eyes.
“Nor was that.” I stepped around him and walked out of the house alone.
The feast was in full swing. They were starting with the appetizers that had been put out on the tables—meat pie, potatoes in cream cheese, and various cakes that they had baked.
It looked delicious, but I wasn’t delusional enough to think the food didn’t have drugs, so I looked at what the kids ate and stuck to that. They were eating everything except for the brownies and cinnamon buns.
“I do not appreciate you taking the liberties that you do here,” Riley said when he came up to me with a plate of his own.
He dipped his fingers into the meat pie and tore off a piece before dipping it not the gray and putting it in his mouth. He sucked on his fingers so hard it was starting to look like an erotic movie between a beast and his food.
“I apologize for that, and it won’t happen again. In fact, why don’t you, Dimitri, and myself light one of those pipes tonight in the house after the feast?” I said and slammed my hand on his shoulder.
Riley smirked. He nodded and put another piece of pie in his mouth. The meat chunks fell into his rough beard, and he headed off to join his pack members for the night before the afterparty.
“I sincerely hope you’re up to something and that you’re not just planning on getting high with that looser,” Graham said, coming up behind me.
“Watch what you say. That looser is the Alpha here,” I said and winked.
The sun was setting, and the firepits were lighting up around us. People were eating, dancing, and relaxing in the lounge chairs as well as on the ground.
I looked over past a group of guys and saw a pair of blue eyes piercing at me.
“I’ll be right back, mingle,” I told Graham and left. I pushed past the sweaty bodies and came out next to a house where she stood leaning against the porch.
“You found me,” she said softly.
“You weren’t hiding,” I said and put the plate down. I walked over.
Her words were murmurs, but all I was focused on was her lips and the way her tongue licked over them. My fingers dragged down her bare arm and pressed into her waist as I pulled her toward me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her eyes exposed her body’s lustful desires.
She parted her lips. Her hips pressed against my groin, and her fingers fisted my hair.
“Mason, is it?” she asked with her lips brushing against mine.
“It is, and you are?” I asked. My fingers pressed harder into her skin. I lifted her shirt just enough to see her core tensing the closer our lips got to touching.
A smirk grew on my lips when I felt her body heating under me, pressing against mine, and her hips moving back and forth as she rubbed against me.
“Do you really care?” she asked, bringing me closer.
My hand went down her back. I pulled at the hem of her skirt and slid under the thin fabric.
“Mason,” she moaned and pressed her body harder against me.
I could smell her arousal, but even if I couldn’t, it was obvious she wanted to get fucked.
“Shh,” she bit down on her lip to quiet a moan when my finger slipped inside her. I rested my head on hers and pressed my throbbing dick onto her side.
“Fuck, you’re all ready for me,” I groaned and slid in another finger.
She was so fucking wet. All I had to do was lift her skirt and fuck her tight little hole right here, but she clearly did not want to be seen or heard. Her legs pressed together, and she shoved her face against my neck to keep quiet. Her eyes continuously darted around to make sure that no one saw. I entwined my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. I moved my fingers faster and pressed my knee between her legs to spread them apart.
“I want to hear you.” I pressed my lips against her neck and heard her sweet moans flowing from her lips. They grew louder the faster my fingers moved. Just as she was about to cum, her nails dug into my back, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her core tightened.
“It’s Waska time!” someone yelled at the top of their lungs.
The girl in my arms inhaled a sharp breath and pushed away from me. Her back hit the wall of the house, and she panted while fixing her skirt and running her fingers through her hair.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, baffled by her sudden scare.
“I have to go.” She took off faster than I could comprehend and disappeared into the sea of people gathering closer for the Waska thing they yelled about.
I raised my two fingers that still had her on them and looked toward the crowd.
