Mates Just Wanna Have Fun

*Dean POV*

I walked into the kitchen. Killian pulled out a knife from the drawer while Little Wolf stared wild eyed at him.
“Killian,” my voice came out smooth, but with an edge that could slice a man’s throat.
Layla span to look at me. I saw her visibly relax. I walked over to her and grabbed the back of her head to pulled her to my torso.
“Alpha,” Killian said as he picked up an apple from the bowl near the blender.
I could feel my mate’s heartbeat racing. What did he say to her? I didn’t care how good a warrior Killian was he touched my mate he was going to pay for it.
“Just came for a snack. I trust the mission went well?”
“Better than well! We had those Dare hybrids running back to the holes they came from.” Lyle and Dec arrived with the noise. My younger brother close behind his obnoxious beta wolves.
I couldn’t blame them last time we faced the Dare wolves I almost died. My need for revenge drove me back to them. Gabe’s eyes landed on Layla. They lingered too long, but Gabe knew the game. He could look but never touch. He could look until the day I got pissed and ripped out his eyes.
“You did what?” Layla gasped. “That’s what you were doing? You went looking for them?”
“We’re simply striking back. We found their weak spot and damaged their momentum,” Gabe shrugged.
Lyle and Dec raided the cupboards for liquor. Good thing I kept the good stuff in the cellar. I had the keys too. I knew Gabe too well to leave them lying around.
“It was still dumb! Have you forgotten what happened last time?”
“Calm down Little Wolf. Grab a drink and celebrate with us.” Lyle found the vodka.
Layla scrutinized the clear liquid. We’re not doing this again. Layla and liquor didn’t mix. I noticed Killian quietly slip out of the kitchen. I would deal with that later.
“Or give her sunset blossom,” Dec chuckled.
“No,” I growled.
The others laughed.
“What?” Layla asked innocently.
I groaned and rubbed my head. She still didn’t remember the stress she put me through.
“Pass me the bottle,” I told Lyle.
“We’re doing shots,” Lyle said pulling out shot glasses.
“I want to try,” Layla said eagerly.
“No!” I made her stand so I could take her chair and she could sit on my lap.
“Oh come on, just one,” she said.
“That’s enough to get you drunk.”
“No it isn’t. I’m sure it takes more than that to get me drunk. How many do you need to lose it?”
I laughed, “I don’t get drunk Little Wolf.”
“You’re so cocky. Want to bet?” She raised her brow.
Lyle whistled, “Looks like Little Wolf’s throwing in a challenge.”
I brushed her cheek with my fingers. She was so attractive when she was mad. Her eyes got a shade darker. If we had pups I wondered if they would inherit her eyes.
“A challenge she’ll never win.”
The guys laughed and it infuriated Layla.
“I’ll prove it then. Lyle give me a shot.”
Lyle foolishly filled up a shot glass.
“Nah, I’m with Layla on this. She can totally take you Dean. You underestimate her.” Gabe chuckled.
If he was close enough I was knock him on the head.
“I agree with Gabe.” She slipped off my laps and reached for the shot glass. I got there first and tossed it down my throat.
“Hey!”
“Fine. You want to play Layla. Let’s play. That’s my first one.”
***
“Where do I go to get a fun mate?” Layla slurred.
The door banged her head on our way inside.
“Where do I go for a mate that can drink?” I grunted.
I had her slung over my shoulder before I tossed her on the bed. Her pink lips curled up in an adorable pout. I chuckled and shook my head.
“I can drink. You stopped me because you knew I would win.”
She rolled over and stuck her ass in the air. Drunk Layla had a tendency of turning me on. I ground my teeth. The party was just getting started downstairs to celebrate our victory over a small group of hybrids camping on the south-west side of my pack. They were strong and if we didn’t attack first my wolves would have paid the price. We got word of an even bigger group up north. Their attacks had been growing in the past few months there had to be something they wanted.
I was so lost in thought I didn’t realize Layla slither her way in front of me. She planted her hands on my chest and fisted my shirt. Her scent was a blend of vodka and lilac and apple shampoo. I shut my eyes and inhaled. A little more and I would have moaned.
“Let’s go dance!” she yelled and made a dash for the door.
I wrapped my arms around her waist before she could escape.
“You and I are staying here.”
“Don’t be a bore! I want to dance. Don’t you like this song?” She held onto my waist and swayed her body.
“Fuck it Layla there is no music.”
I picked her up and dragged her back to the bed.
“Fine then.” She puffed and crossed her arms. She stared at the ceiling. I thought she would fall asleep.
Layla sat up and hooked her leg over my mine and straddled me. I gripped her thighs and grunted. Why couldn’t she do this when she was sober?
“Since you don’t want us to have fun with everyone else then let’s have fun together. Just you and me.”
“Fuck.” To say I was hard in my pants was an understatement.
She leaned forward, her eyes glued on me. She sucked on my bottom lip and dragged it forward. I squeezed her tiny ass. It drove me crazy. I hated the jeans made it impossible for me to smack her soft ass until it was red.
“You like that?” She whispered.
“Of course I do.”
I spanked her ass with both my hands. I loved the way it bounced back. Damn those jeans. Layla rolled her hips forward.
“Babe, stop.”
“Don’t you want to have fun Dean?” She giggled.
She rolled her hips again and started a little bounce on my erection. I groaned and squeezed her thigh that even through the jeans there would be an imprint of my fingers.
“No, Layla you’re drunk.”
She jumped on my erection forcing me to lift her by her thighs.
“Whoa, whoa! What’s with the dry hump?”
She groaned and rolled onto her back. If she was sexually frustrated imagine how I felt? A few more seconds of that and I would have made a mess in my pants. I had her this morning my appetite for Layla was massive.
“I would have won you know.” She pouted.
“Babe, you got drunk on four shots.”
She groaned into the pillow. Now the music was playing downstairs. A part of me wanted to celebrate with my pack. A victory over the Dare pack was momentous but the drowsy girl in front of me was more important. I wanted to watch her sleep all night and make sure she was okay when she woke.
“You don’t want me do you?” She whispered.
“Don’t say that. Just look at my pants!”
“Then why won’t you… do it?”
“Because you’re drunk and I would never take advantage of you like that. I want you to have a clear mind every time we have sex.”
“But… but I don’t feel like a bird when I’m sober.”
“A bird?”
“Free! I want to do this to you too. I’m just scared.” She whispered the last part.
I kissed her forehead. “We’ll take it slowly. Until you’re ready babe.”
She mumbled something inconceivable. Seconds later she sound asleep.
“Goodnight Little Wolf.”