Chapter 9

*Xander’s PoV*




I was not expecting her to refuse me like that when I waited for her by her car, I needed to ask her about that fucking thing she used that burned like a bitch.

But she fucking refused me, I really wanted to fucking teach her a lesson and spank that ass of hers raw. Just the thought had me hard in my fucking jeans, and I adjusted them slightly, swirling my glass of wine.

Austin, Michael and I had come to this new steak house that had opened. Not only was the food fucking meant to be good, but the drinks were great. Well, I wasn't sure about that, this fucking wine tasted like piss, I’d rather go for a beer.

"That girl’s smoking, think I could pass her my number?" Austin murmured looking at one of the waitresses in her tight little black skirt, I had to admit she looked fucking fine, but it was nothing compared to a certain blond.

"Go for it, she’s not bad." I said, downing the glass, grimacing at the disgusting taste. "Fucking hell, get proper drinks."

"Sorry man, I’ll get some beer, or do you want a soda?" Michael asked. His straggly brown hair was up in a man bun, and although me and Austin were fucking man-whores, Michael was true to his mate, and by the looks of it, the only one I wanted now, was my fucking mate too.

"Anything is fucking better than this piss." I frowned, shoving my glass away.

Michael looked at me curiously, furrowing his brows.

"Care to share why you’re so fucking moody?" He asked.

"I wanted to ask the same thing…" Austin said, despite his eyes stuck on the same waitress’s ass.

"No fucking…" I trailed off when a scent hit me fucking hard.

My eyes flashed, my eyes snapping to the door that had just opened and a couple stepped inside.

"…Thanks, you’re a real gentleman, Nick." Kassandra’s sexy voice came.

My heart was fucking thundering like a racehorse when my eyes fell on Kassandra. Dressed in a tiny fucking fitted black bandage dress, ok maybe it wasn’t fucking tiny only slightly above her knees, but for someone that fucking hot, it's tiny, with a fucking V neck that left her breasts on fucking display, she looked fucking smoking hot. paired with black heels and a cropped leather black jacket. Her hair was straightened and was pulled into one of those super high ponytails like Ariana Grande would have.

What the actual fuck was she doing with Donovan?

I watched as she moved her small bag to her other hand, following Donovan and the waiter to a table far down the room.

My jaw clenched and it took me all of my fucking self-control not to get up and rip that wanker away from her. Why the fuck was she with him?

"It’s pretty crowded." I heard her say softly, her voice was fucking music to my ears in the otherwise rumble of voices.

"It’s new, so pretty crowded. Not a bad place for a first date right? Just in case you need to run." The wanker joked.

A date, she was on a fucking date with the wanker even after I told her she was fucking mine.

‘Get our mate, and let's get the fuck out of here and teach her a lesson.’ Zeus growled murderously.

"Xander? Dude? Where the fuck you at?" Austin’s voice ripped me from my thoughts.

Both men were glancing towards the door where my gaze had been fixed at.

"Nowhere," I growled, not even realising that our food had already come.

"You’re pissed." Michael remarked.

"No shit sherlock, want to point out that my hair's fucking black too?"

They both exchanged looks, and the urge to tell Austin that his sister was here or that she was a fucking hunter really tempted me. But that means I won’t get to see her alone or blackmail her with it.

Fuck all.

"Well let’s enjoy this food, damn, does this steak looks fucking good." Austin murmured.

"Yeah, no pictures for the Gram?" Michael mocked.

"Come on man, I have three sisters who take pictures of their entire fucking life. It rubs off on you." Austin complained defensively.

I had no appetite, not when I could hear them two fucking flirting.

‘Xander, what’s the problem? You are pissed off big time.’ Michael said through the pack link.

‘Yeah, I am, I'm out of here before I rip this place apart.’ I replied, standing up, "I’m out."

"Okay… see you bro." Austin said.

He knew my mood swings, so he shouldn’t be fucking surprised. Taking out my phone, I text her.

‘Meet me out round the side of the restaurant that you're so fucking busy flirting at.’ I hit send, doing my best not to fucking smash the thing to pieces.

I tapped my foot, waiting for her fucking reply. The moment it dinged, I glared at it.

‘Seriously Aldino? I am not doing this with you right now, I'm busy on a date. Are you stalking me?’

No fucking hell I'm not.

‘Doesn’t matter, get that sexy ass, out here now, or I’ll let Austin know his sister likes to play hunter every night.’ That shit will work.

I smirked at the reply that she sent.

Five angry emojis followed by two words - Fine, coming!

Oh yeah, you’ll be coming in more fucking ways than this.

‘You have two minutes, princess.’

I shoved my phone into my pocket waiting for her, sure enough in three minutes, I heard the sound of heels on the cobbled ground, before her scent hit me.

Now, this was more like it.

"What the actual fuck is your problem!" She hissed, glaring at me the moment she saw me.

I cocked a brow.

"Why, you got a fucking issue?" I asked closing the gap between us.

She stepped back, her eyes narrowing.

"Xander, I am done with your weird behaviour. What do you want? I have got to get back to Nick." She crossed her arms under her breasts, only resulting in pushing her tits out even more.

"I told you to stay the fuck away from him didn’t I?" I growled, grabbing her arm and pushing her up against the wall.

Not missing the way her heart began thundering. Those delicious sparks shot through us, and I felt my dick harden.

Goddess, I really wanted to fuck her brains out.

"Xander…" She said, breathlessly, trying to move me back.

"Answer me." I growled, grabbing her arms and pinning her wrists to the wall, glaring down into that fucking gorgeous face of hers.

"He asked me out and I agreed… You can’t tell me what and what not to do Xander… I'm free to live my life and you know what, I'm getting tired of this manhandling habit of yours! Want to tell Austin? Tell him! I don’t give a fuck!" She shouted, trying to escape me.

The music inside was far too loud for anyone to hear her.

"I told you, you're mine, and I fucking meant it." I hissed, glaring down at her.

Her green eyes meeting my fucking purple ones.

"What is with you werewolves and laying your fucking claim on people! You apparently belong to Hayley and her hoes, so go back to them! You definitely were enjoying having your dick down Brielle’s throat the other day so why the fuck bother me?!" She yelled, trying to free herself, even having the cheek to try to knee me, but thanks to that tight dress, she wasn’t able to, and I had her legs pinned to the walls in a flash.

"Is that why you get so pissed around me?" I asked, wrapping one hand around that gorgeous neck of hers, one that will hold my mark one day… ignoring the sparks that coursed through me, I looked into those green eyes of hers. "Cause you want a taste?" I whispered, tauntingly.

Her heart was thundering, yet the moment I pressed my body against her, my hard-on pressed against her stomach, I heard her breath hitch and that tell-tale sign as she tried to squeeze her thighs shut.

"I don’t, you’re a walking STD." She spat.

I frowned, hating the fucking disrespect she always threw at me.

"Sure about that?" I growled huskily, the smell of her arousal wafted into the air, and I throbbed against her.

"Yes…" She said defiantly. Her gaze flickered to my lips, but she only glared up at me.

I smirked, reaching down with my free hand and yanking her dress up to her waist. She gasped, her eyes widening, but I simply smirked, I wouldn’t fucking assault her, but I had to admit that the fear in her eyes was amusing.

Reaching down, I brushed my fingers over her panties slowly, circling my finger over the wet spot on her panties. I loved the way her body tensed, arching into me, her legs trembling slightly at my touch.

Fuckkk, the feel of her pussy underneath that thin fabric was driving me crazy.

A soft moan escaped her before she cut it off, glaring up at me.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing." She hissed breathlessly.

"For someone who doesn’t want me, You're fucking turned on, princess."

A blush coated her cheeks and a victorious smirk crossed my face.

Oh yeah, one win for me.

I raised my finger to my lips, licking my finger slowly. The slight taste of her lingered and there was only one way to describe it – I wanted to eat her out, day in and day fucking out.

"And you taste so fucking good that I wouldn’t mind burying myself between these pretty thighs of yours... Say the word princess, and I'm all yours."