Chapter 4: I Get Horny When I Drink

There was more conversation before it happened, but I did end up in bed with Greg. Though that didn’t happen until after I ended up in the bathroom with Freddy. Which, in turn, didn’t happen until after Helliot and I made out for a while.

We were about five rounds in, and werewolf metabolism was finally overcome by the powers of alcohol. We had started with simple conversation, then someone suggested a drinking game to get to know one another. That took all of ten seconds before it became sexual–apparently, I’m not the only one who gets a bit randy when she drinks.

It was maybe an hour after we all met that we started playing truth or dare. I’d like to say it started tame, but it didn’t. And I have no one to blame but myself. And maybe Freddy. Though it’s not like he chose dare.

“Truth then. If you could have sex with anyone at this table, who would you want to do it with?”

Greg blushed. Helliot laughed. Freddy fixed me with a surprisingly sultry gaze. “Definitely you,” he said. His voice was matter-of-fact and also inviting. He held my gaze for just a second before dropping his eyes. Then he turned to Helliot and asked her “Truth or Dare?”

Her dare was to make out with me. Then Greg told us that he hadn’t lost his virginity until medical school. And then it came to me, and I said dare.

Which is what led to me and Freddy in the bathroom. We were just supposed to go and make out for a while. But as soon as our lips touched, it was like there was an electric current passing between us. His knees buckled.

“Tell me your fantasy,” I whispered, holding him up and pressing my forehead against his. I held his eyes with mine, and it was like he didn’t dare to look away.

It felt, on a certain level, like I was pulling the answer out of him. “You let me worship you here, let me be your servant, and make me call you Mistress.”

It was simple. But it was so sexy. “I like that,” I told him. “Definitely call me that.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. We kissed again. This time, when his knees buckled, I pushed him down and let him drop down onto his knees.

We were in a bathroom stall at a crappy bar, and he licked me into three orgasms. I held his head in my hands, my fingers laced through his hair, guiding him around like I was steering his head. He was attentive and obedient, and he moaned every time I called him a good boy.

He worked quickly, and I was already pretty worked up. We were only in the bathroom for about ten minutes, I think. But still, when we came out, Greg and Helliot laughed at us.

“I’d call that a sh*t-eating grin, but I don’t think that’s entirely accurate,” Greg said, smiling at Freddy. Then he looked me up and down, and I saw his nostrils flare as he took in the scent. Good thing I wasn’t embarrassed.

“It was the other side,” Greg assured, nodding.

I rolled my eyes, secretly glad that they weren’t jealous. Then I noticed that Helliot had her hands down Greg’s pants, and I almost burst out laughing. We were like a couple of teenagers who had snuck off from some kind of religious camp.

“I think I’m starting to get how we’re all supposed to share a house,” Helliot said as another round of drinks came out. “I’m already regretting paying for a hotel room.”

“I don’t think, um,” Greg coughed a bit and shifted in his seat. “I don’t think that everyone is quite as, um, sexual all the time. I just know it’s been a–been a while. And you three are the first ones I’ve–um–I’ve felt anything around for months.”

I nodded, glad I wasn’t the only one. But that’s not what made me sleep with Greg.

“So you don’t think a pack house is going to be a round-the-clock f*ck-fest?” Helliot asked, giving him a teasing look, her hand still moving around under the table.

He cleared his throat and shifted again, and I swear there was a little bit of a whimper in his voice. “I s-suppose it’s possible,” he said. “But probably not. I mean, packs can be pretty big.”

“All the more partners to play with,” I said, giving him a smirk. My gaze jumped to Helliot, who seemed to be taking my smile as a kind of approval. Her hand moved a bit more, and Greg nearly jumped out of his chair.

“So being a werewolf is like a sex cult?” Freddy wiped his face, probably glad I made him wash it before we left the bathroom. “Because I think I could get behind that. More so than I already am, I mean.”

I decide to bring out my massive expertise that comes from the three conversations I had with Connor. “I think the sexual attraction is mostly our bodies misunderstanding what the inner wolves are doing and thinking, and we’re just enjoying the confusion with a bit of harmless play. None of you are in relationships, right?”

“Single as they come,” Greg assured me. He said it so quickly, and with a bit of hunger in his voice. Still, not why I took him to bed.

“Same,” Helliot said. “I haven’t touched anyone else in a while.” She glanced down at her hand and giggled.

“I’ve never been much for relationships,” Freddy said. “Not lasting ones, anyway.”

“Wait a second, Emily,” Greg said, straightening up and reaching a hand beneath the table. Helliot frowned and took her hand back, and Greg cleared his throat again. “You’re saying that this attraction isn’t real, it’s just our inner wolves sniffing at one another?”

“Something like that,” I said. “It might be more, but it might not be. Maybe when we all sober up, we’ll just be embarrassed and not want to talk to one another.”

“Well then,” Greg said, “I think that means I have to keep drinking. Forever, if need be.”

Something about the way he said that, something about the way he looked at me, something about the humor in his voice. That is why I went home with him.