Chapter 22: Goth Fix

Tyler

I didn’t want to doubt myself, but I had to think rationally here. I had the biggest handicap by being half human. Bann insisted that it had nothing to do with it, that I was missing the fundamentals of fighting to win.

I needed some time to myself, heading right to bed after that letdown, in the spare room serving as Tegan’s studio downstairs. It was midnight and everyone had called it a night after dinner, a meal that I hadn’t been a part of. My decision had both Tegan and Alice confused, the two girls trying to question me being alone on two separate occasions. I assured them I was okay, feeling the best way to shake this second defeat was by giving my tiring thoughts exclusive company. Not the greatest idea I’d had tonight, feeling even worse when I had all this time to myself.

The broken record had its cozy spot in my head, telling me over and over what went wrong. I already understood my flaws—I was a hot head, afraid of losing, tired of being the victim. But Bann had said something about sharpening my senses, and using them to my advantage. Heightened sense of smell, sight, taste, touch, and most importantly, hearing. He had stressed that more than the others. I was ignoring the one tool that I had to master. Only after I’d gotten the hang of that could I consider going for the alpha of the Moonlight Wolves.

‘It’s not all about strength. If it was, I wouldn’t be puttin’ ya through this torture. Yes, you may not be physically stronger than Stephan or Blake, but so what? If you can outsmart and outmatch your opponent, you get the win.’

And that’s the lesson he’s been trying to teach me.

“I’m not being dense, the lesson is just problematic,” I whispered to myself, with my arms crossed behind my head as I lounged on the futon bed. Sure, he may have spelled out my answer in big bold fucking letters, but I’d tried using my senses the second time I fought him. I’d had my volume cranked all the way up, trying to tune into his movements. Despite all of that, I couldn’t kill the distraction.

Every step he took, I registered it. Every punch that came at me, I predicted it. The issue was Bann being incredibly fast. So even if I saw the attack coming, I didn’t have enough time to respond to it.

Not to mention, I had to mind my surroundings, take into account my counter and my defense.

Which brought us full circle—get stronger, win the fight. The stronger the wolf, the sharper the abilities.

I sighed, letting my crowded thoughts take a break. Tegan and Bann, they wouldn’t lie to me, would they? This wasn’t some stupid riddle or puzzle I had to solve, right? Could my fighting really have been sloppy? Was I not improvising? Was I being impatient? Was I not seeing flaws to my style that were obvious to the naked eye?

Shit, I was getting tired of overthinking it, drawing my eyes closed while I fought to tame those doubts in my head. And after a few minutes of internal solitude, I fell asleep, only to wake up hours later in sweats…

I sprung out of bed, flung the lights on, then rushed to the hall bath. This hyperventilation came out of nowhere, same thing with the adrenaline boost and the onset of chills. I hung my head over the sink, letting the faucet water wash my face while I tried putting myself back together. But every time I closed my eyes, I’d see that wolf with his jowls deep inside my father’s chest…

My heart was racing, the idea that I could have possibly been transforming in my sleep hitting me like a ton of bricks. I was lucky I caught it when I did, but I had to ask myself what triggered it. The nightmare? The flashbacks? I matched gazes with my mirror’s reflection and jumped, spotting this huge black wolf emitting a low grunt behind me, with a set of pearly white fangs ready to chow down.

I looked over my shoulder at my reflection before pivoting my waist, realizing nothing was behind me.

Nothing but the empty hallway from the other side of that open door…

Shit, I was losing it, starting to hallucinate. It was a clear indication that I was stressing out, turning back to the mirror and noticing that my eyes were as bright as ever.

“Yeah… why don’t we add more problems to the shit bucket?” I grunted. Now I had to worry about going full blown werewolf in my dreams. I could barely control my rage when I was awake…

I turned the faucet off, drying my face with the hand towel before my ears picked up soft footsteps. My fingers grazed the wall, hitting the light switch on my way out of the bathroom, a familiar scent taking me back to the living room. The rest of the house was pitch black, but my eyes adjusted well to the silhouette of furniture and things around me. Yet somehow I had missed the source of that fragrance, her finger tapping the little glass flower nightlight on the kitchen counter across from me.

“Hey,” she spoke.

Tegan.

My eyes dilated, just like the first time I met her.

Why the hell was her scent strong again?

She stood there in her simple black tank top and pj shorts, staring at me over the warm orange hue. I gritted my teeth, trying to contain myself, letting my chest rise and fall from the incredible urge I fought to keep at bay. There was no way Tegan wasn’t aware, and I was starting to think that she might have fucked up and forgotten to up-dose on that anti alpha drug.

“Are you all right?” she asked me timidly, taking a step back like I was about to jump her.

I wasn’t even aware that I was trying to close in on her, my subtle movements turning me hostile. “W-what are you…” I breathed, struggling to put two words together. That smell, I couldn’t bear it. It was taking me prisoner, and in a few seconds, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back anymore.

“Tyler?” she begged, her eyes dropping on the raging boner between my legs.

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“Tegan?” I forced through my gritting teeth, with my tight grip on the kitchen counter holding me back. I tried to suppress it, clenching onto my chest, the struggle to restrain myself visible to Tegan. Yet, she stood there, doing little in fighting back.

If she were smart, she’d run back to her bedroom, because I wasn’t planning on heading out that back door again…

“Y-you know, it’ll be a lot easier on you if you’d just…” she gasped lightly, “let it happen…”

Was that an invitation?

I wouldn’t give her a second to take it back, the smell of her sex baiting me to her. My gait might have been intimidating, but I was hungry, and Tegan wasn’t making it easy, skirting along the edges of the room, trying to avoid me.

The idea of this fat cock inside her was both scary and exciting—I didn’t blame her for being so hot and cold with me.

Though, she was looking at me like I couldn’t tell the difference between a fuck and food. Maybe me chasing her turned her on—it wouldn’t be the first time I hunted down an omega, but Bann’s going to have a field day in the morning when he notices his living room turned upside down.

At some point, she cornered herself, intentionally, along the outer wall of her studio, where I shoved her back against the not so lucky picture frames peeling off the paint. She gasped at the touch of my cock nuzzled on her belly, while my hand cupping her jaw gave her the reddest flush on her pretty little face.

Her body called to me, and I didn’t want to be rude to this sexy goth girl by not answering. I had Tegan gasping softly, her hot breath pouring over my lips, her skin covered in goosebumps. I took her hips, warm to the touch, feeling her quiver along my fingertips. I was so excited I almost didn’t know what to do with her, watching as her eyes started to glimmer under the moonlight, the evening practically inviting our passionate dance together.

Even though she’d given me permission, I fought the urge. I didn’t know why I was giving her a second chance to escape, until Tegan cupped my cheeks, melting her lips into mine. We went at it like animals, Tegan moaning in my mouth, where our lips clashed and collided with each other. It was sloppy, wet, hard and fast. And I couldn’t take much more of this wait, picking her up by her thick thighs and bringing us both inside her studio.

We didn’t exchange words—I didn’t want to waste time talking. The wanton look in her eyes when I dropped her sexy body on the bed was enough to send the message across, just like when she started to slip her thin shorts down her thick thighs. She brought her pinned knees up, leaning it closer to her flat belly, flashing me her wet and dripping pussy lips. I slipped my top over my head, undid my pants and met her halfway, bringing her knees to her chest, mounting myself over her.

She had the room smelling like sweet honey when I parted those lips, my two fingers diving in for a taste. Tegan whimpered, then broke out into a panting moan, her sex so tight I had her starting to sweat. All of that pretending to not want me finally gave way in a heartbeat, making this night together all the more rewarding.

My thumb massaged the roof of her clit, my two fingers feeling her baby tunnel throb from it. The ridges of her sex pulsated around my skin, my wrist popping in and out, giving Tegan shallow and slow strokes. Given all of that teasing she’d been doing with me, I figured I’d pay her back, before inviting a third finger inside her, Tegan answering to it well. Her hands reached over and clamped down on the back of her thighs, parting her birth canal wider, where I got to see the tasty fleshy pinks of her insides.

Fuck me.

Did we really dive into early birthday sex?

I rushed to strip the shorts around her ankles so I could spread her legs even wider, where I noticed those cute little wolf ears already dancing on her head. I chuckled, licking my two fingers clean, Tegan’s eyes growing at me enjoying her heat on my tongue.

“Tyler,” she whispered underneath her breath, that cute bashful expression she was wearing making me want her more. I didn’t know what she expected from this alpha, but I’d always been dominant in bed, and changing into a werewolf didn’t change that fact.

I scooped her up and flipped her over, making her sit on my lap with my massive hard on prodding in the center of it. I gave that throbbing piece of meat a nice home, right after I checked its accessibility by slowly lowering her hips over my legs. A rattled grunt escaped my lips, Tegan taking my breath away. I felt my hips levitate on their own, my body in tremors when my head slipped right in, her cozy warmth giving my cock a nice jolt of electricity.

“S-s-shittt…” I gasped, with my chin in the air, Tegan’s thighs cupping mine. She used the bed as leverage, knowing she couldn’t swallow my entire size inside her. My omega wouldn’t complain though, fighting through the pain as I watched her body twitch and squirm while she adjusted.

I helped her settle over my size, and didn’t bother with waiting for her body to acclimate, giving Tegan a full pounding from behind. The strokes were slow and sensual at first, letting my entire body take her in. Tegan was sending waves through me, the ecstasy unreal. I grabbed her up, catching her back falling against my chest, where I could grope her as we made love.

Every thrust of my hips against her ass had my goth girl bucking and moaning. She was panting hard breaths over my neck while my hands snaked under her top. I’d always been tempted, those perky and soft breasts begging to be touched. I wedged her hard fleshy nipples between my fingers, giving them a nice squeeze as I kneaded and stroked her soft silky breasts.

I was being greedy with Tegan, my appetite for her insatiable. There was no pacing myself with her, that smell on my omega driving me crazy. She was stirring something inside me, each grind better than the last. This little dorm bed couldn’t handle my pumps, croaking and bumping against the wall as we fucked.

And then I broke her, Tegan running into a sweet creamy finish. Ugh, her clamping on me felt so good, her body contracting and convulsing. That loud moan inside my ear was going to wake up the entire house, my hand slipping over her lips to quiet her.

“Shh, everyone else doesn’t need to hear your banshee cry,” I teased, Tegan’s hips still rowing over my meat. When her orgasm scream tapered off into deep shallow pants, I glided my fingers over her neck. I had one hand on her throat and the other on her breast, pressing Tegan into my chest while the beast inside took over me. I gave her hard vigorous strokes, my lips nibbling along her ear, feeling my fangs elongate. I wanted to dominate every inch of her, our bodies connected, our souls enjoying one another. It wouldn’t be long now, Tegan’s sex still pulsating around me, pressing up against my veiny cock, enticing me to plug her up with my seed. I didn’t hold back, and after one good thrust, I poured into her, coating her womb with my thick cum.

There was no denying it…

 I felt stronger already…

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