Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Blake held tight to my hand as we wandered through the bottom floor of the house, weaving our way through the dimly lit rooms and in search of our friends. Exactly like the last party, the house was packed, the people were drunk, and the outfits were skimpy.
We passed through the huge living room/family room area, where the crowded, sweaty dance floor was set up to the left, and multiple large couches that surrounded what looked like a hundred-inch flat screen TV were on the right.
A group of boys was playing video games on the giant screen while the other couches appeared to mostly be host to couples who were already getting handsy with each other.
A lively beer pong game was underway nearby, and it looked like several poker games were happening at the game tables set out next to the couches.
We emerged in the kitchen and found Ben, Harriet, and crew mixing up their first drinks, having just beat us here by a minute or two.
Ben approached me with two cans of flavored seltzer and handed me one, having correctly guessed that I intended to keep my wits tonight and remain sober. It looked like he was doing the same.
"You okay?" he asked me as we stood together surveying the party. Blake and Tyson were mixing drinks with Harriet and Vivi, and Matt and Lukas had joined their little huddle.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. "I told you what I'd overheard from the Three Stooges in the gym the other day, so the fact that Knox is getting more aggressive is not a surprise.
Plus, I'm sure his father is putting the pressure on him.
" I sipped my drink. "Honestly, Benji, I'm not afraid of Knox—he's just going to keep throwing tantrums about being told 'no' for the first time in his life. It's the Alpha that makes me nervous."
"I know, Magic. I get the sense that they are about to push us too far, like Dad said," Ben commented, narrowing his eyes at the couches in the TV room.
The Elites had arrived and were holding court over near the poker games.
The Alphawhores had also arrived, all decked out in their high heels and micro-dresses.
Dani and Madison were consoling Nikka over on a couch opposite the Elites.
She had red, puffy eyes and was sniffing and talking animatedly to the girls.
It looked like Knox really did just break it off with her again just so he could try to get into my pants tonight.
What a fucking asshole.
Knox and Mason, of all people, both had girls in their laps.
I recognized them from the popular clique of the wolf girls in the junior class, whom Harriet and I had recently taken to calling the "Alphawhores in Training" or the AWITs.
Knox's girl was the big-boobed blonde he'd been rumored to be hooking up with last week when he and Nikka were on a break, and Mason's girl was a petite brunette who'd at least opted for hot pants and a cropped top rather than the AWIT tiny-dress uniform, which I appreciated. I did not see Thad anywhere.
"Wanna dance, Wild Girl?" a sultry voice said in my ear.
I whirled around to face the hottest boy at the party.
Blake had ditched his leather jacket, so I was able to rub my grubby little hands all over his tattooed biceps.
The parts of the tattoos that I could make out were dark, earthy colors and featured drawings of natural elements like trees, leaves, water, and fire.
"Lead the way, Mr. Blaze," I replied, grabbing his hand.
We spent the next hour wrapped around each other in various positions on the dance floor, sometimes just the two of us, and sometimes dancing with our friends.
Harriet was letting loose tonight, having taken several shots and demolished two Diet Cokes spiked with bourbon.
She and Tyson kept gravitating back toward one another like magnets wherever they happened to be in the house or on the dance floor.
Ben had also found a new friend that he was getting up close and personal with while we were all dancing. I didn't know his name, but he was a very cute wolf from the junior class with perfectly styled brown hair and a lean muscular body. I thought maybe he was on the swim team.
Get it, Ben!
Blake had been driving me crazy all night with little touches here, soft kisses there, and I'd felt his hardening dick through his jeans on more than one occasion when I moved my body up against his to the beat of the music.
"This dress is too much for me, Wild Girl," he rasped into my ear. "You know how I am about those legs. And this ass is too tempting and accessible right now, but I refuse to grope you like an animal out here."
"You're such a gentleman, baby," I grinned up at him over my shoulder as I swayed my hips and ass against his front.
"That's how I feel about all of you on a daily basis, though. Your bad boy prep school look is too much for me. This hot, dark, and handsome party look is also too much for me. I want to touch you all the time. It’s torture. "
He groaned and pressed his lips to my neck again.
I was thrumming all over, my wolf rumbling happily inside me, and my panties were damp.
I was thinking I would stick it out for one more hour at the party for appearances’ sake, then I was going to demand Blake take me somewhere private and tear my clothes off.
When the current song ended, our group meandered into the kitchen, grabbing fresh drinks and taking a break from the sweaty heat of the dance floor.
I caught the very distinct smell of weed wafting in from the back patio, and I'd seen one of the poker games had turned to strip poker about half an hour ago.
We were clearly reaching the witching hour when shit would start to get wild at this party.
After a few minutes, I excused myself to find a bathroom, deciding to duck out alone for a second.
Blake was busy in a deep discussion about the game with a group of his teammates, and Harriet had finally succumbed to Tyson's advances and was lip-locked with him over on one of the couches.
Jaime was chatting up a couple of sophomore girls, and Vivi somehow had ended up in the video game cluster and was engaged in a raucous game of Mario Kart.
I made my way up the stairs to the second floor in search of an open bathroom.
There was another large living room at the top of the landing, where there were more couches scattered around another huge TV.
There appeared to be more people up here engaged in loud drunken conversations and card games.
Others were apparently in various stages of hooking up over their clothes with their chosen partner for the evening.
I spotted Dani straddling a guy from the soccer team, who had his hands all the way up her shirt while she attacked his mouth with hers.
I even spied Man Bun with his AWIT girl from earlier who was currently sitting sideways in his lap and looking extremely pleased while he had his face buried in her neck.
I turned to dart down the hallway, but then I paused as I caught sight of a familiar figure standing in the shadowed corner of the room.
Ben's back was to me, and he had another boy pressed up against the wall. I started to head his way, as I planned to creep up behind him, slap his ass, and congratulate him on bagging the swimmer like the annoying sister I was, but as I stepped closer, I froze.
I recognized Thad's wavy blonde head and dark-framed glasses as soon as I was able to see over Ben's shoulder.
Ben had his hands on either side of Thad's head, nose an inch from his, and Thad had the front of Ben's light blue dress shirt bunched up in a tight, angry fist. They appeared to be exchanging heated words, but suddenly, Thad yanked Ben's face to his, and they collided in a furious, violent kiss.
I decided now was not the time to fuck with Ben, as the whole situation between those two was volatile and also a long time coming, so I crept back out of the room on soft feet and headed down the hall, still in search of the bathroom.
I entered a hallway full of closed doors. A quick ear to the first locked door revealed it was definitely occupied, as my wolf hearing could pick up the panting and moaning emanating from within.
Cool, moving on.
The next door wasn't even all the way closed, so, being the nosey wolf I was, I peeked inside to see who else might be making memories up here.
I was immediately reminded why minding my own business was always the right thing to do, because the scene before me would take several strong drinks to wash from my brain later.
The king himself, Knox Monroe, was seated on the edge of the bed, shirt off and pants unbuttoned.
The blonde head of his date for the evening, the AWIT also known as Tits 2.
0, bobbed up and down in his lap as she enthusiastically sucked his (admittedly large) cock.
What was really gross, though, was that Knox's attention was otherwise occupied by motherfucking Claudia, who was currently eating his face off, topless, while Knox roughly fondled her boobs.
She was moaning and running her hands all over his ripped torso.
I tried to reverse out of there as fast as possible so I could go pee and then also maybe vomit, but at the same moment Claudia unlatched herself from Knox's face and went for his neck.
Knox, probably having smelled me lingering in the doorway, lifted his cold blue eyes to mine and stared me down, smiling, while he took one hand off Claudia's tits and grabbed Tits 2.
0's head and jammed her down further on his dick.
She just moaned more—anything to please her king, I guess.