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Sexy Times

This is a completed book. I'm editing and will be posting chapters as they are completed.            

Content warning BDSM, threesome, and violence also I felt it would be good to have two versions of this book. So as I'm not corrupting young minds and I really wouldn't want my daughters reading this, so, please proceed to the clean version if your under 18 otherwise have fun reading

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Chapter: 1

Petra POV

Music pumped from the speakers while aching from the posed I've been holding, since the last hour. John, the photographer kneels down and takes the shot from a lower angle."That's a wrap Petra."

Shaking my arms out. I watch as John consults with the client pointing out what he likes."Send those with what would be your choices, John. Petra, for once it was a pleasure working with you."

A finger automatically extends flipping the bird at the client. "I thought you turned over a new leaf," John calls.

"Dream on, he's a prick, you got the shot hours ago," snapping, while I walked behind the divider to change.

Wiping the makeup off consider how to broach the subject with my family. My decision not to move back home would not be, taken lightly, by them. Pack life was something, I never, cared, for rules. Nor the horrible one-sided conversations with my father about the joy of being, mated. If, Dad only inkling of my truth?

What I'd been, doing these last two years was avoiding him because it would break his heart if know the truth? I sigh, while cleaning my face then dress. I'm a mess. A werewolf without a wolf. Once I did have all the enhancements that comes with shifting. But with Leon's concoction, it became different too.

Now with my base back in New York, it was time to come to clean. Which will be no easy feat. As I pictured the daunting task ahead of me and Dad's ultimate disappointment. Out on the street, I hail a taxi and head towards the hotel.

On my arrival, I walk straight to the bar and order a drink. The TV has a Jets and Stars game replaying. I do love ice hockey, and who wouldn't? Hunky men with a puck add a dash of violence. A winning combination as I asked, no one in particular, "how old is this game?"

"A couple of years." He glances towards me then away his head snapped back. "Hey, aren't you?"I got up and left. It was too much, to ask for one day to relax without somebody recognising who I am?

Up in my room, I changed then made my way to the gym. Still, full of frustrated energy. Every time, I thought about my shift, which was more frequent since my return to the states. I become so angry, I can't remember if anything Dad said, I didn't pay attention. Switching off, when he said save myself, for my mate. That it would be, more special when the time comes. I climbed on the treadmill setting it for an all-terrain run while I recall my first shift.

I woke drenched in sweat with stabbing cramps, I thought I would die. Mia, my roommate flitting in and out, of the room. My body contorted, whenever, she touched me. The pain intensified making me feel like a pin cushion.

Lost in the foggy pain-filled haze. Eventually, Alpha Leon arrived and somehow coaching me to reach out and connect with my wolf. When I found her, all I sensed was untold hurt. I didn't understand, begging her to help me. She refused.

More bones cracked and realign. Somebody's touch had set off, another barrage of unimaginable agony. Pleading with my wolf I'm scared. But she didn't help me. When my spine bows, cracking, please help me, please I don't want to die! Calling to her my wolf didn't respond.

Even while I could feel her presence, though it felt like a knife was, thrust into my heart. My breaths became shallow I couldn't take any more pain, I wanted it to end.

I blacked out and when I did wake, it wasn't in wolf form. Mia was at my bedside appearing sad, and we weren't in our flat anymore. My shift took five hours to complete which Alpha Leon had never seen it before. But my wolf was beautiful, not that it matters, I remember at that moment, reaching out not finding her.

To hear she was feral after the shift and tried attacking that she would not submit freely, as she should. In the end, my anger so predominant that he feared they would lose me, to my wolf side. They tranquillised me, so wouldn't risk me hurting anyone.

I don't recall shifting and when I asked about why I can't feel her? He said that it would take another day or so before, I could reconnect with her. I stayed for a week, but nothing no one could give me answers, and Leon promising not to pass the information on. He tried to convince me to tell Dad, but I did not want to disappoint him again. Even when I tried not to, I felt I did.

I keep running till my mussels feel like jelly and wanted to give out, it was the only way. Switching the treadmill off, I catch my breath as I walked back to my room. The anger is still bubbling deep inside all the time now wanting to consume me as well everything in its path. I strive to be that calm, happy person I was before. Who I was before the shift, and who I am now was someone I struggle to recognise because; I'm different.

 Who I was before the shift, and who I am now was someone I struggle to recognise because; I'm different
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Chapter 2:

Dylan POV

 As I leaned back only half listening to what Sally said, I tried to ignore the pushing in my mind. The painful throb becoming me too much, and I snapped, "What?"

"Your mother and I wanted to see you this Friday, for a family dinner, Baxter has an announcement to make."

There goes my Friday night. Shit. God, damn, suck up, lying about Chelsea being his mate all these years. Dad would go, wolf on his ass when he finds out she's not. I watch those images in my mind that my wolf sends almost chuckling. I wondered if mum would join in? Smiling at the imagined carnage. "Fine."

My names mentioned I began to pay attention while Sally gave me one of her serious looks. "So you keep her out of trouble and the headlines."

"Yep, no problem." I get an elbow in the ribs from David while he showing me a picture of Petra Collins. I whispered to Dave, "pity the poor bastard that had to work with her."

Watching his reaction as he nearly choked trying not to laugh. "Dude that would be you!"

My career takes a nose dive at that moment; Petra Collins is every agent's worst nightmare. "Sally, why are we taking her on? Didn't her last agent drop her?"

"Not, one of her assignments were under ten thousand, and she grossed well over seven million last year alone," Sally said. Then she sashayed out the room.

Rubbing my face, what did I agree too? Damn, that women could kill a career. Walking into my office, I put Petra's name in the search bar and opened the file on her.

Skimming down to her emergency contact details I doubled back that's Sebastian's number was she a femme? Was she Cain's girl?

Glancing at the computer, Petra wasn't a little girl, and she was fucking gorgeous. Uncomfortable, I shifted in my chair, drawn to her bountiful breasts straining, against the restrictive wet swimsuit. Fuck me, the way she was posed on her knees wide, apart. Her back arched with her fingers threading through her hair.

I'm in trouble, how the hell... Jesus, I'll end up losing my job. My wolf the dirty degenerate was sending me images of her. Trust up hanging from the ceiling sliding into her as she sucks on another cock. With my engorged member, throbs begging, for attention, while I stare at the enlarged picture. The transparency, of what she's wearing darken circles of her erect nipples jutting out, such a perfect size for my greedy, mouth.

The outline of Petra's bare pussy underneath damp cloth as I pictured her bouncing on my cock groaning. Then my wolf has her riding my face, while my tongue spears her glistening, pink pussy. Quick smart, I cling to the edge of the desk praying I don't cum. As the growls in my head increased, I throw my head back, and almost, howled from the force.

That was strange? The controlled restraint, I pride myself on went out the window. It was puzzling as to why it happened, and I haven't blown my load, like that since, I was a teenager. Could she be my mate or would I share her with Baxter because we were twins? Closing the page, my head hurts from the overload, and with the loud snarls, which only increased. Shutting him out I linked my Alpha.

"Yes, Dylan."

"What can you tell me about, Petra Collins?"

"Why do you want to know?" He snaps.

"I'm her manager, is she Cain's daughter?"

"Yes, but she hasn't been here in over five years." He sighed like the weight of the world was piled on top, of him.

Left to pondering his mood and by he'd been, so curt with one question that circled. What was going on, who doesn't visit their family? I log into the pack database using my father's password and look for the nearest pack to her address in London.

I find two calling the first one, it was a bust, though they did say to check with Alpha Leon of the Crest pack. To get a straight answer out, of them on the phone, was another matter altogether. Apparently, he left on a trip, would not be contactable, until next week.

Damn, I read over her file checking the calendar, over two years ago the trouble started. She missed two important spring fashion shows, in that year. Countless complaints lodged about her mood swings, also two lucrative contracts, down the drain. And she refused to work with small selection photographers. Sending off an email to Joseph, asking him to do an in-depth search on her with a detailed report. ASAP.

After, a trip to the bathroom and cleaning up I strolled out if the office hailing a cab. I wanted to observe how everything, was going with the photo shoot, and whether Petra was behaving herself. As I travelled there, I pushed Petra out of my mind and thought on the more significant problem at hand. Baxter and his relationship with that sneaky, sly bitch Chelsea. Not able to let him be fooled into the biggest mistake of his life, I linked Baxter, in a whinny voice, that he hates.

"What!" he snaps. Geez, what is with everyone today.

"Why? Baxter why are you taking my whole weekend away and subjecting me to family time. You know mum is going to bitch at me about not having a mate," about to continue my tirade.

"Dad wants to step down soon, do you want Levi's trained up because I don't. He's too young to be beta."

"Neither of you are mated. The Council won't approve it," I said angered by his flippant tone. He was hiding something big from me; I could sense it, through our bond. I just hoped it wasn't what I thought it was because that would be too painful to deal with.

"Dyl, there's one more thing you'll need to accept, that I've chosen to be with Chelsea. We want to settle down and start a family I only, wish you could be happy, for us."

"What about your mate?"

Baxter snapped, "it's rare, to find your mate, and besides the Council is pushing, for it."

"I don't care what they want! Why do you want to throw your chance away? Jesus, I don't want a mate just yet, but what if Nana was right?"


Pleading with my brother, "what if we share ours even if it's really, rare. Are you willing to hurt, me, her, and ultimately, yourself?"

I'm horrified at the thought he was going to mate Chelsea. What did I do wrong, for him to keep hurting me purposely, Bax, was my twin and we shouldn't be like this.

"I have to do this we've been together for three years it's time. I'm twenty-nine. I want children Dylan," he responded sadly. "I think she died years ago."

That was not something I would contemplate or even consider, as I said, with hope, "what if she's young? Baxter what if we just have to wait, till she's old enough to claim. Did you even consider that?"

"Yeah, I did Chelsea, and I have discussed it at length many times, I love her bro. We want a family, we can't-do that until I mark her."

The finality in his tone made me pause, was this all her idea to push his buttons and get what she fucking wanted. "Fuck you can't be serious!" I blocked him fuming at his selfishness when it comes her and then his complete idiocy, on the subject.

She had a mate, once and he was human and didn't survive the change because he'd been, too sick. The dire warnings she tossed aside not listening to anyone. As I recall Chelsea telling him that he would survive. That they would share a long life together, psychotic bitch! She should have shot him; it would've been, less painful.

As cab stops, I get out climbing the stairs I entered the studio inside everyone is packing up. "John did Petra show up; how did it go?" As I glanced around still agitated.

"Done and dusted, four hours total. Petra's a moody one, we must've gotten her on a good day."

Walking home I was rope-able thinking on what Baxter said, but why would he not think about his mate. If we share a mate, and he marks Chelsea. Our mate would always feel incomplete and so, could I apparently. Faced with the prospect of Baxter's choices I decided it was not in mine, or my brothers best interest to stand idly, it was time to take action.

Latest update I hope everyone enjoyed meeting Dylan and his perverse wolf until next time

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