Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 105: Chapter 105

“Hang on a second,” he pleaded louder.
His heart was pounding, the Wolf clawing at hm. Fuck! He fucked this all up. Weylin felt like was about to explode, but wait—did she say?
“You think I’m good-looking?”
That little doozy seemed to stop her tirade, and Weylin’s grin grew wider. Her arousal teased his senses, adding even more sweetness to her natural strawberry scent. Weylin’s chest rumbled with his beast as he watched her like the predator he was.
“Oh, like you need me to tell you that you’re hot. Fish for compliments somewhere else, buster. Besides, I heard all about you from the waitstaff. You’re a regular heartbreaker, aren’t you?” she replied, hands on those damn delightful hips of hers.
What? Shit. The staff was talking shit about him. Well, that sucked.
“Gwendolyn, I don’t know what you heard, but I never fooled around with someone who didn’t know the deal, alright? And never with any of the staff. Besides, I already told you, that’s behind me now,” Weylin said, narrowing his eyes at her.
“Whatever,” she replied.
She placed her hands on her hips, and fuck if that didn’t emphasize her sexy little curves. Her brown eyes seemed to glow amber, spitting fire as her temper fluctuated. Sassy, sweet, and so damn pretty his heart was liable to stop if he kept on staring. Call him a glutton for punishment, cause he simply could not look away.
Her chest lifted as she sucked in a deep breath, and he closed his eyes. The longing he felt was fucking painful. But if he failed at every other thing, he had to at least clear the air between them.
“Just for the record, Gwen, I wasn’t staring at you because I thought the shirt was too small. I was staring at you because the thought of anyone else seeing you in that is making me lose my damn mind,” he ground out, gritting his teeth to try to hold in his animal’s snarl.
The Wolf was damn near crazed with the idea he had hurt her. Even unintentionally, it ripped him up inside to know he had caused her any bit of hurt.
“I’m sorry that was unprofessional and unkind,” Gwendolyn replied, eyes downcast.
Well, shit. He didn’t want her feeling bad or anything. Fuck. he was not cut out for this. She was better off without him.
Grrrr.
“No need for apologies. I’m the fuckup here. You are gonna rock the shit out of that uniform, baby,” he murmured, the endearment natural as it slipped from his lips.
He was always calling her baby or sweetheart or something cute cause he thought she was just that. Cute as a dumpling and ten times as tasty.
Mine. Want. Grrr.
Ha, you don’t have to say that,” she started.
Her cheeks were turning pink, so he knew she liked the compliment. Good. That was good, right? His animal let him breathe easier, but he was still scratching to get out.
Fuck.
Weylin needed fresh air. He needed space.
“Alright, um, why don’t you go on and get ready? I will meet you at the back bar later on, okay?”
Weylin waited for her nod before letting go of the breath he’d been holding. She was still frowning, and he felt like a total piece of shit. The woman was so damn beautiful it hurt to look at her and not touch her, but she didn’t know he felt like that. How could she when he wasn’t even allowed to tell her?
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
He left her there, hauling ass to the side door down the hallway. He had to slow his breathing. He felt his Wolf clawing inside, and it hurt like hell. There was not much time before shit got busy, but Weylin had to make it outside, to the woods at the end of the lot. Then he could shift and run and get rid of some of his animal’s angst. A sound brought his head up, and he turned with a snarl on his lips.
“You alright?” Cole asked, hands raised, and Weylin shook his head.
“Nah. I am far fucking from it,” he growled.
“Look, you need to relax. I think Derrick is right. Forget the normal, man. Maybe you should go out for a ride or something. Grab your bike and take off for a few months?”
His Pack mate stared at him like he was fucking crazy, and Weylin wanted to punch him in the face. Asshole. Forget her? Was he insane? Gwendolyn was ingrained in his very soul. Cole and Derrick could just fuck right off. He was not giving her up. He just needed a plan to woo her, that was all.
“She’s not just some normal, Cole,” he growled. “Gwendolyn is my fated mate, okay? I felt it the first time I saw her. My Wolf knows it. I’ll lose my mind without her, man. She is it for me,” he confessed to his Pack mate.
Cole scowled, hands on his hips. Weylin knew what he was thinking. It was the same thing Derrick had said. They finally had a place of their own after wandering around the world for decades without roots or ties.
It was no simple thing. The Dire Wolf Pack had settled down, and they did not want to risk it. Outing what he was to a normal was always gonna be risky. Even worse, if she rejected him, his beast would go mad, and Derrick would have to put him down.
Fuck.
His Alpha did not want that on his plate, and he could not blame him. Neither did Weylin. But what choice did he have?
His sensitive ears picked up on the sounds of the band arriving. They were a Shifter group, all women, and they usually packed the house. Sure, the bar’s customers tended to be mostly supes, though the odd human came in from time to time.
He could hear them loading their instruments onto the stage. Other sounds filtered through to where he and Cole stood by that side door. Brock shouted orders from the kitchen, the nighttime wait staff was slowly filing in, and Thor, another Pack mate, had taken his place by the door as the bouncer for the night.
It was just another Saturday night, and Serious Moonlight promised to be packed.
“I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through, man,” Cole added. “But maybe just take it day by day.”
“Yeah,” Weylin nodded, clapping the male on the shoulder as he walked past.
Not like he could take the days two at a time, anyway. Slow and steady won the race. But Gwendolyn wasn’t just some race he wanted to win. She wasn’t a challenge he needed to notch his bedpost. She was his whole damn future. For a Dire Wolf who never took things seriously before, and enjoyed living in the fast lane, slow and steady was a helluva change.
“So, shift if you need to. I will cover you for a while. But bro, is she worth it?” Cole asked before he walked away.
“Fuck yeah,” Weylin replied automatically.
As if on cue, Gwendolyn entered the hall, dressed in the bar uniform. Her brown eyes found his across the way, and he was struck dumb.
Holy hell.
She must have brought her own ripped up jeans because they hugged her curves like a second skin, accentuating the dip of her waist and flare of her hips. That little cotton t-shirt with the neon pink Serious Moonlight logo splashed across the front didn’t look like it had a prayer of containing her ample bosoms for the duration.
Strategically ripped and cut low in the front, exposing the trim of the sexy lace bra she had on underneath. It was enough to make his mouth water. A growl left his throat at the mere thought of anyone else looking at her this way, but he had no right to be so damn protective.
The truth of that statement did nothing to settle his beast down. Hell, she deserved compliments and stares. She was gorgeous. Weylin shouldn’t be worried about anything. Whatever woman magic females used when it came to turning men into obsessive nincompoops, she’d done her bit alright. Weylin was a fool for her and right then, he did not care who knew it.
His eyes ate her up as she slowly walked confidently across the floor, high-heeled boots on her feet making a clack clack clack sound as she went. The beat was in time with his heavily pounding heart, not to mention the thumping erection below his belt. He’d never seen such a tempting woman in all his life.
She ducked her head down, as if steeling herself, then found his gaze once more. The smile she gave him then was bright, and he felt one echoing across his face. Lifting her arms, she did a little spin for him, and he grinned even wider.
Heartbreaker.
Damn, she was sexy as fuck with that little strip of skin around her navel peeking out as her raised arms lifted the tight shirt. Her confidence and obvious enjoyment made her even more attractive.
“Holy hell. Little normal is smokin’ hot!” Cole mumbled from beside him, followed by an, “Ooof!”
Whatever. It was only a little punch. Weylin tried not to grin as the fucker gasped. Cole went in for a punch, but Weylin blocked him easily, all without turning his head. He twisted the man’s arm, and Cole whimpered.
“Ouch!”
“Fuck off, Cole.”
“Stop staring at her so we can have a decent fight,” grumbled his Pack mate.
“Not on your life,” Weylin grunted.
If he had the choice, he would never stop staring at her. Gwendolyn frowned over her shoulder at the two men before walking to the back bar. What a pleasant view it was, watching her butt sway from side to side in her new gear. The woman was killing him, but he had a plan now.
Slow and steady. Fuck what his Pack mates thought. Gwendolyn Hoffer was going to be his.