Ryker appears extremely irate. I adore it.
“You possess me, darling!” I possess you. “Come dance with me,” she asserts, taking my hand and proceeding towards the dance floor. Do I possess her? Ha! Could she have provided a more provocative response to irritate him? I am radiating pride. She is truly ideal for me. I am more familiar with her than he is.
Although he may have known her for a longer duration and possess more knowledge of her past intricacies, my understanding of her is profoundly more personal than his could ever be. Celine and I are dancing, and she is grinding against me, creating an increasingly heated atmosphere. We are engaged in a kiss, and I desire to remove her garments. It is still premature, and I wish to avoid disrupting her farewell celebration. We shall be together daily. I desire for her to experience a pleasant night.
Let us procure a beverage to alleviate my discomfort’, I reposition myself, and we proceed to the bar.
Celine intends to take several shots: she takes four, and she requests that I partake as well, so I comply. We are experiencing immense enjoyment together. We consistently enjoy each other’s company, frequently laughing at various matters, which is quite atypical for me. I have consistently exhibited a quiet and reserved demeanour. It is quite pleasurable, however.
“I need to use the loo, darling,” she notifies me.
I will accompany you in the queue. I do not wish for you to go alone.
“That is acceptable, dear.” Elaine! Serena! Join me in urinating.She shouts, and they assent, proceeding to the washroom collectively.
I request a double whisky, served neat. I am seated at the bar, consuming a beverage. A blonde occupies the chair adjacent to me, yet I do not even glance in her direction to acknowledge her presence.
“Greetings!”“She states.” I turn and offer a courteous nod. Prior to my acquaintance with Celine, I frequented bars to engage with women and subsequently accompany them to their residences. I refrained from engaging in intimate relations with any of the she-wolves from my pack to avoid potential drama. Prior to my acquaintance with Celine, I would have undoubtedly pursued this girl, and my success rate was notably high. However, I have no interest whatsoever in anyone other than my partner. No one is comparable, either.
With Celine now in my life, I possess no inclination to regard this woman or any other individual.
“In addition to your appealing appearance, what is your profession?”She enquires, placing her hand on my knee.
I physically disengage her hand, stating, “No thanks, I am in a relationship.”
“Where is she?” “I certainly would not allow you to be out of my sight if you were my partner,” she remarks with a smirk. “This can remain our clandestine secret; she need never be informed,” she remarks, accompanied by a flirtatious smile. She is abhorrent. What motivates her to engage with someone who is not unattached?
“I am devoted to her and have no interest in others,” I assert decisively, “Consequently, she can allow me to be out of her sight,” I continue without making eye contact.
“Your detriment!”“She states.”
“Negative.” I am not forfeiting anything,” I deride. I focus on my beverage and the barman, exhaling in relief upon Celine’s return.
We return to her friends at the rear and spend the subsequent hours dancing and socialising with them. In summary, I consumed a minimal amount of alcohol, thus I remain sober. Celine is not as impaired as many of her friends; while numerous acquaintances are slurring their speech, Celine appears merely inebriated.
Upon departure, we summon four van taxis and collectively enter. Elaine ultimately returned home with a man she encountered here a few weeks prior. In this van, we have Elaine, her companion Marcus, Nylah, and ourselves. We transport Elaine and her companion to a residence in the town. Elaine cannot bring him to her residence at the packlands due to his humanity. He is unaware that we are all werewolves. Subsequently, only the four of us remain in the taxi. Marcus and Nylah are intimately engaged with one another in the row ahead of us, prompting us to promptly emulate their behaviour. The van is exceedingly dark as well. Celine unfastens her seatbelt, positions herself atop me, and initiates kissing. She is gyrating her hips against me, and I can sense the blood flowing to my genitalia.
“We cannot accomplish it even upon our return home,” I whisper, followed by a groan, as I recognise that we have aroused each other without the prospect of completion.
