Chapter 2
Hope stared at herself in the mirror above the bathroom sink, trying to tell if something, or someone, had taken over her body. She splashed cold water onto her face and stared into her own blue eyes. Please tell me I didn't just have sex with my NEW boss, she thought. Her body twitched at the memory of Gavin inside her body. She gripped the sink as the flashback ripped through her body, spasming as if she was climaxing all over again. She fought against the urge to slip a hand under her dress and touch her already throbbing clit. She was dismayed at her reaction to the sex they had just had. Sure it had been good...ok, great, but she had never responded this way before. She was on the verge of rushing back into his office and asking him, no begging him to fuck her again.
And oh my goodness, there was that word again. FUCK. She had never used it to describe intercourse, it was either sex or making love, though for her it had never been the latter. But she had uttered those words while Gavin and her had been together, and somehow she felt more empowered for it, not to mention she had loved the reaction she had gotten from Gavin. It had been like he had been waiting for her permission.
She stared harder at her reflection. Her blond hair, which she normally kept either in a high ponytail or in a bun, hang loosely down her back. Her blue eyes seemed darker than normal, with a hint of wild eagerness to them. And her pale skin seemed to glow with a hint of a pink blush. I've never looked more feral, more alive and my god I want more. Hope fluffed out her hair, turned on her heels and went in search of the man that had seemed to kindle a desire deep inside of her.
Gavin was a fucking coward. While Hope had been freshening up in the employees wash room, he had quickly dressed and headed out the door. The thought that kept going through his head was, WHAT HAD HE JUST DONE! She was his assistant, for god sake. But if he was truly being honest with himself, he wasn't feeling guilty about it at all, no it was the exact opposite in fact. It had been very hard not to take her again, to stay inside of her until he was exhausted from it. That's the reason he had scrambled out of his office, he had Hope so far into his brain that he thought it was much safer where he was headed.
Gavin turned off the highway that lead into the Sierra Nevada mountain range. The Viper threw gravel as it sped down the one lane road. Lucas Friar's mansion was nestled against the Sierra's tree line. The property was isolated, which was a good thing considering that one night a month a hundred and fifty, give or take depending on who showed up, werewolves descended on the land to hunt and party. This was only Gavin's fourth time here, after he had been able to control himself during the change every full moon he had choose to hunt on his own. Gavin wasn't a big team player, and he didn't like his "king" one bit.
Lucas was standing out on the driveway, he eyed the red Dodge Viper with contempt. He didn't believe in driving a flashy set of wheels, not when it made more since to drive something that could handle the terrain. Gavin unfolded his body from the car and tried very hard not to glare at the man he was offering his hand to.
"Lucas." He did his best to make that one word as neutral as possible.
"Gavin, it has been a while since you've graced us with your presence at on of our get-togethers. Welcome."
"Thank you. Toby called me this morning to inform me that your taking a queen."
Gavin followed Lucas towards the house, waiting for his response. This queen business baffled him. Lucas didn't believe in sharing his power, and he sure as hell didn't trust anyone to have control over his pack. "Her name is Sasha Black."
Gavin waited for Lucas to say more but it seemed that his king was more interested in moving through the mansion towards the backyard. The house was packed with, well, pack members. He wondered if everyone was here, had they too all dropped what they were doing and came at the command of their leader. Of course, Gavin hadn't come because of the order but because he had been running away from a petite young blond that he probably could have easily bench pressed and never have broken a sweat.
Gavin spotted Toby out of the corner of his eye. His younger brother was moving solidly through the crowd towards him, his long brown hair dangling in his eyes. Toby's normal big dopey grin made Gavin happy to see his brother. They hugged warmly.
"How's it going brother?" Toby asked.
"Not bad, and yourself?"
"Good, good. So have you seen her yet?"
"Seen who? Lucas's new queen?"
"Oh, yeah. She's beautiful and, get this shit, human."
Gavin stared at Toby, "Human?"
Toby's eyes glittered with the information. "Yeah. Lucas is claiming to have received a dream from Odin telling him that this Sasha chick is suppose to be the savior of our clan. That she'll bring happiness and strength to us. She's agreed to be his queen and to let him infect her."
"Get the fuck out! She's agreed to let Lucas just infect her with the lycanthrope disease, is she fucking crazy?" Gavin's head was spinning. Why in the hell would anyone agree to let them selves be turned into a monster? He, himself, hated what he was, hated being a beast and having to let the moon dictate to his life.
"I've heard a few others talk about her. Evidently she doesn't see it as a horrific thing. She doesn't think monster, or evil."
"Wait till her first full moon and then we'll see her sing a different tune."
"You think so, Gavin?" Came a husky female voice from behind him. He had been so caught up with his conversation with Toby he hadn't felt or smelled her approach.
Gavin had forgotten how beautiful Lisa Friar was. She had long brown hair that fell to the middle of her back in a silky curtain. Her brown eyes always held a hint of defiance and mischief, something he had learned quick to stay away from. Lisa was Lucas's second oldest child, he had three and they were all pack members, all turned on the same night. She inched her long, thin muscular body towards him. She was a dancer, knew how to move her body to flaunt it, and was quick to use it against you. They had been lovers for a short period of time, a very short period of time. Lisa grew bored quickly with her playmates.
She slide her body into his, rubbing against him seductively. Or at least what she assumed was seductively, but somehow Gavin's mind snapped to the petite and classy Hope Mathews. She wouldn't have had to work so hard at it. With the thought of Hope in his mind, he didn't even have to worry about Lisa trying to drag him back into her world of sex and pain. Gavin stepped back from her. He felt Toby straighten beside him and knew what his little brother was thinking. It wasn't a good thing to piss off an alpha female, especially one who's daddy could make your life a living hell.
Gavin said, "You think differently, I take it."
"She talked three of our newest shifters through their first transformation, that is impressive. " Lisa's hands played at the hem of her leopard printed mini skirt, not a nervous habit but a way to draw attention to herself.
