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** Vintage POV (Valenzano Wolf): **
Kissing and licking her was the best feeling ever. Smelling her arousal is making my dick harder. I want to be balls deep inside of her. I want her on my knot. And screaming my name.
"Control yourself, Valenzano says.
"Shut up because of me tonight; we will be balls deep in her," he says with a grin.
I slide one finger in her, and, oh my goddess, she is TIGHT. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but I do wonder how long it has been since someone was inside her. It might hurt a little once she takes all of me. But she loves the pain mixed with pleasure.
"AHHH... HARDER," she moans and screams.
I entered two more finders, one at a time, then I grabbed her as tight with my other hand and lifted her, so she is riding my fingers midair.
Her wetness is flowing down my arm as I listen to her moan. Her walls are getting tighter, and I know she is about to climax, and once she does, I am going to stick my dick deep inside her.
"AHHHHHH... IMMA BOUT TO CUM'', she moans.
And that is my queue to go faster. She was about to come when we heard a growl coming from behind me. I turned around and saw FUCKING AVAYA!
"WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE!" Valenzano yells, sounding pissed off.
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THAT'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND," I snapped back.
"Ex FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!" he corrected me.
She is standing there, trying to control Fina, her wolf. I put Cleo down on the counter; she has a horrified look on her face. If I could read her mind, I can bet she thinks Avaya is my wife. She hops off the counter and runs upstairs.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, AVAYA?!" I yelled, being one second away from killing her.
"I NEED TO TALK TO VALENZAN NOW VINTAGE!" she demanded.
"DON'T FUCKING TEST ME, FINA," I growled.
This bitch got some nerves screaming at me; she knows I don't like her ass, and I won't hesitate to kill her. I gave Valenzano back control because of the way she was talking to me. I am going to snap her neck in pieces so he can deal with this bitch.
**Valenzano POV: **
Everything was going great. Vintage had her where we wanted her. She gave in completely. Then Avaya comes in and fucks it up. Vintage and I were so wrapped up in Cleo we didn't smell nor hear Avaya come into the house.
"I believe Vintage asked you a question," I say, trying to control mine and Vintage's anger.
I don't harm women; no one in my pack does. I just might make an exception for her since she is talking to my wolf like he is not her Alpha. I don't care how long our relationship was; she doesn't get to disrespect us.
"I came back to see if you came to your senses. But I find you in the kitchen FINGER FUCKING SOME BITCH," Avaya says with anger.
"Who THE FUCK does she think she's talking to? Please let me kill this bitch," Vintage demands.
"And what sense is that?" ignoring Vintage and Avaya's last sentence.
"That I deserve to be your Luna," he said, staring at me.
"WHAT... We have been through this already. My Luna has to be my mate!" What the hell is wrong with her? We had this talk already two weeks ago.
"THAT IS BULL... I HAVE BEEN ACTING AS LUNA FOR THE LAST HUNDRED YEARS...RUNNING THIS FUCKING PACK BY YOUR SIDE!" she is pissed.
"YES, ACTING. YOU WERE NEVER MY MATE OR LUNA. AND WATCH YOUR FUCKING TONE, I AM STILL YOUR ALPHA"!" I yelled at her, trying to hold Vintage back from taking control and killing her.
"Just snap her neck already so we can get back to our mate," Vintage says, trying to get control.
He has always hated Avaya and Fina and any other she-wolf because they were not our mates. But he holds a special hatred for Avaya and Fina, and now I am starting to see why. Vintage has always known that our mate was somewhere waiting for us to find her.
I, on the other hand, didn't want to wait and sought comfort elsewhere with many she-wolves. Avaya was another number in a very long list of she-wolves I have bedded.
But as I got older, I grew to like her. I might have even loved her at some point, so I kept her as a long-term companion. The pack treated her with the respect of a Luna. Because I kept her so long, Vintage thought I would choose her over our true mate.
I never made her an official Luna or our chosen mate. One day she forgot her place and demanded that we make her our chosen mate and the pack Luna. Instead of killing her like Vintage wanted me to, I broke up with her and threw her out of the house. I guess she came back thinking Vintage, and I changed our minds. I did love her, but when it comes to the topic of our mate and Luna, I can't go against my wolf.
I huffed, trying to ease my frustration and calm Vintage down and say, "Nothing has changed. Our relationship is over. However, you are still a pack member and are welcome to stay on pack lands. But you are not allowed in my house without good reason," I said to her. Her whole face turned red.
"SO, YOU REPLACED ME WITH A FUCKING HUMAN," she snapped at me.
"GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!" I commanded her in my Alpha tone, pissed off at how she talked about my mate and her Luna. She whimpered and bowed, then left. Now I have to find Cleo and do some damn damage control. And because she doesn’t know she is my mate, she might not let me explain.
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