Warning: Mature Content Ahead
One girl pretended to faint when he remarked about missing them: The others squealed. But his eyes were already scanning for the right one. The one. He needed it fast. The heat was already rising in his blood. His skin prickled with it. His cock ached.
And then he saw her.
A brunette near the back. Lips like sin with super sexy long legs. She caught his eye and raised a brow, like she already knew what he wanted.
He gave her a grin that said follow me—and turned toward the side of the house.
She followed but so did the others.
He handed cash to a few of them. "Go grab drinks. Or something expensive. On me."
They squealed and scattered. That left him alone with her.
She leaned against the far wall in one of the darker corners of Lupin House. The part no one talked about but everyone visited. Shadows almost enveloped her as her eyes devoured him. She stepped forward, pressed a finger to his chest, and dragged it slowly down.
"You're so fucking hot," she whispered, lips barely touching his ear. "I've been dreaming of this since you pinned Mason at the Omega trials. I want you. Right now."
Jace smirked lazily and spread his arms. "Then come get me."
Her hands were on him in seconds, pulling him deeper into the alcove, down a hallway with cracked brick and half-lit sconces. No one cared what happened back here. Hell, most came for it.
She dropped to her knees. He leaned his head back against the wall, exhaling a long melancholic breath when she undid his zipper and brought out his cock which was harder than a pole.
"I knew it. Your dick is so fucking fat and huge. The rumors are true." She scoffed breathlessly, eyes glancing up to look at him.
Jace didn't mind being objectified, but what rumors was she talking about? Was news about him and who… what he really was already flying around in Lupin House?
He wanted to snatch her neck and twist it so hard until she confessed what the rumors were and from where she'd heard them from, but his arousal had already passed the point of reason.
The only thing he could only see himself doing was shoving his cock into her ass and fucking the living daylights out of her.
His groan crescendo when her mouth closed over him. It felt good… So fucking physical.
But his mind was already slipping.
He stared at the sky, jaw tight, breath steady, trying not to feel anything beyond the rush. Trying not to think about Wren curled in his jacket outside. About Radek and Dimitri and Arlo and how they'd realize he wasn't better than them when they discovered he was a mess.
About the fact that even now, with a girl moaning at his feet, he didn't feel whole. He felt empty.
Like every thrust into this cold flesh was just widening the hole inside him.
The girl didn't sink all the way yet, but enough to send white-hot sparks up Jace's spine. She looked up at him, eyes focused, like this was a game she'd already won.
His hand slid into her hair, gripping it with all the pressure she was building into him. Fuck, she knew how to use her mouth, alright.
She sucked him faster and more insistent with every harsh grip of her hair as if violence was her top sex drive. Her tongue curled just right on his cap, her lips perfect around his length. Every time she pulled back, it was with a wet pop that made him grit his teeth and curse the gods for giving her a mouth like that.
"Fuck…" He groaned.
"Mmmmm…" She sucked in response.
She took him deeper, breathing through his nose. Saliva glistened on her chin, and when her hand slipped down to cradle his balls, he nearly lost it.
"Hey, I'm close," He warned.
But she didn't stop. If anything, she doubled down — sucking harder, deeper, until he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and couldn't see straight.
Jace shut his eyes, and when he reopened them, he saw Wren sucking his dick. Not some random Lupin House girl, but Wren.
"If only that was really her. It's her we need to fuck, Jace." His wolf growled with contempt, clearly unsatisfied with their object of release.
However, Jace shut him off. He needed to feel it—the pleasure. That was the sole thing keeping him from falling apart – the endless sexual activities. Endless.
He clenched his jaw, and did a quick opening and shutting of his eyes to disrupt his wolf's trick of putting Wren's face on the girl. It worked. She was back looking like her blonde self.
Jace's teeth clattered as she kept on fucking him with her mouth. Going in circles, zig-zags, and whatever new pattern she could come up with.
Jace wasn't about to lose to a woman or cum from a blow job.
"God, you're perfect," the girl gasped when he hauled her up and spun her against the wall. She hiked her dress without hesitation, eager, breathless, begging. "Hard. Please—don't be gentle."
He wasn't.
In one brutal thrust, he arched her back and filled her so suddenly from behind that she cried out in shock. His hands roamed, over her back and bottom, on her breasts, rubbing against her nipples.
He was everywhere. He pulled her away from the wall and then slammed her against it again. It was brutal and aggressive, but she was a wolf.
And ohohoho, this slutty pussy loved every bit of it. She was flying, spinning, unsure of where she started and he ended. Waves of pleasure rolled over him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding herself down as she neared the edge.
"I'm coming, Jace. Fuck it! You're so good at this!"
She gasped for air and the orgasm went on. For a while there, she had transcended to other realms as the sensation jerked every nerve in her.
When she came back down to earth, her arched back straightened. She pulled back, turned around, and gave him a sultry glare, her eyes half-hooded and a satisfied smile was on her lips.
Well, good for her. The sex was good. It was always good. But not enough.
Never enough.
When it was done, he stepped back and zipped up, chest heaving. The girl smoothed her hair and smiled like she didn't mind being used.
The girl murmured something—he didn't listen. Didn't want to know her name or what she thought of him. He only knew his own voice screaming in the back of his head.
You're a mess.
You're an addict.
And one day, it's all going to come out.
"Same time next week?" she asked, almost teasing and jerking him out of his short trance.
Jace gave her a lazy wink. "You know where to find me."
He watched her walk away, hips swaying. Then he leaned back against the wall, chest rising and falling and head tipped to the stars. His legs shook. It wasn't, however, from pleasure but from the crash.
The crash always came after. The ache hadn't left. He felt emptier than before. Like he'd carved a hole into himself and filled it with sawdust.
He ran a hand through his hair and stared up at the night sky. The moon was almost full. His wolf purred like he also knew they needed sustenance for the hunger rooted deep within them. But it was never for long.
He inhaled deeply, then pushed off the wall and walked back toward the house. He still had a job to do. Wren and his friends were still waiting.
And if he kept busy, if he kept fucking and laughing and playing the perfect golden boy, maybe he wouldn't have to feel the rest of it.
The loneliness. The hollowness. The way Wren looked at him like she saw something behind the smile—and hated it.
He shook the thought off and turned the corner just in time to see the girls still gathered on the porch, still buzzing from his presence. One reached for him again. He let her.
It was easier that way. But deep down, he wondered how long he could keep it up. And how long before saw through the golden boy charm and called him what he really was?
An addict.
A liar.
A monster in a pretty boy's skin.