Mila smelled strongly of perfume and makeup as we walked to the club, her bare shoulders being slapped by her bouncy curls as she trotted along in her high heels. Her warm skin tone went well with the sage-green coloured dress she had chosen, which not so coincidentally matched my necklace that she had bought me.

She loved when we slightly matched.

As we approached the club, the bouncer lifted the rope to let us in, allowing us to skip the queue that was currently stacked up all the way around the corner. That made Mila giggle and thank him, stepping through the glass doors and into the venue. We came here so often that we were added to the VIP list. Not because of our rank, but because they recognised us from our frequent trips. It was a strange feeling.

Icarus wasn't really in the mood for socialising tonight; he was too focused on our upcoming pack meeting, but I was looking forward to unwinding after a long week of constant work. As Mila and N.J headed to the bar to buy themselves cola, I headed straight for the dance floor. I didn't recognise the song that was playing, but I joined in with the crowd, dancing to it anyway.

A cute guy caught my eye and approached me to dance, his eyes running up and down me hungrily. He was quite forward, which Icarus disliked, but I didn't mind too much. Pleasing Icarus was harder than climbing Everest.

I took ahold of his waist, pulling him closer to my body as we danced. I towered above him, but he seemed to be enjoying it. After a while of dancing like that I dipped my head down and placed my lips against his, taking control as we kissed on the dance floor.

I could sense eyes on me and pulled away from the kiss, spotting Mila and N.J shaking their heads from their usual booth in the distance. I separated myself from the guy and headed towards them, not really glancing back to the guy who was left confused about why I left.

"What's so funny?" I hummed as I slid into the booth, sipping some of Mila's cola.

"Mila has this theory that you're aromantic. It's like you enjoy the sexual parts but are repulsed by the idea of staying around for any kind of interaction afterwards." N.J explained.

"I'm not aromantic." I rolled my eyes, "I'm just not interested in any kind of relationship right now. I can't imagine myself in that kind of situation in my current state. Not my cup of tea."

"Can't imagine it?" Mila prompted me to explain.

"Yeah, like you see all these mated couples being expected to share their life from that moment onwards. They always have to consider this other person whenever they make any decision and spend all their time together. I just don't think I want that right now."

"But you spend all your time with us and think about us when making any decision." Mila pointed out, "Why is that different?"

"I don't know, it just is." I sighed, not wanting to exhaust the same points every time the subject of mates comes up.

"It's your life." N.J shrugged.

I finished Mila's drink and pulled her up onto the dance floor, much to her amusement. We didn't often dance together, but I enjoyed dancing with her from time to time. She was undoubtedly a good dancer, but that was natural when you were confident. Her movements happened with flourish as she moved her hips and spun around me with the music, moving to the beat. I had no trouble keeping up, but it was hard to keep a straight face as she danced against me. She liked the attention she got when she danced and she certainly played it up, which was just amusing to me more than anything.

We danced together for a couple of songs before a girl caught Mila's interest and she went off to flirt with her. I danced alone, and then with another guy, and then a girl. She was trying quite hard, aggressively swinging her hips around and pushing herself against me in an unflattering way. Icarus was restless anyway, and was not enjoying her attention, so I scanned the crowd for somebody else.

I was about to settle on a cute blonde when my eyes rested on a familiar face.

The boy I had seen playing in the rain, from school, was across the dance floor, leaning against the bar and talking to somebody. I didn't even recognise him at first; he looked different when he wasn't soaking wet. Noticeably, his hair had loose curly ringlets falling across his head and he wasn't wearing his gold-rimmed glasses. I preferred him with them, but he didn't look bad without them either. He had tanned, freckle-dusted skin and sported a slender, short frame that suited him and his features perfectly.

I hadn't ever seen the guy he was with before, or at least I hadn't noticed him if he had been here. I don't think he was from our town, otherwise I would vaguely recognise him. Then again, I didn't tend to pay attention to peoples faces.

The boy from the rain had clearly dressed up for the occasion, wearing a pastel-blue silk shirt and jeans with a little dangly, silver earring hanging from his lobe. I didn't know his name, but I knew that he was in Mila's maths class and cross-country run club. We didn't personally share any classes, and I had only seen him around school on a few occasions, so I wouldn't make it awkward if we were to...

Did I want to do that?

Usually I would avoid that kind of thing in case it got messy. After all, that's part of the reason we go to the next city over. I'd dread to think what would happen if he got attached, or if he told his friends about me and what we did. He didn't seem like the type to go blabbing to everyone, however, and I was good enough at blowing off people if it came down to that.

He did look very cute, after all. If I had a type, I must admit it would be him. Everything about his appearance and demeanour ticked boxes for me. If anything could make the hassle worth it, it would be him. He was exactly what I needed, what I wanted, right now.

He must have been able to sense me staring because he shifted and met my eyes across the dance floor, recognition clear on his face.

It would be rude to not go over there now, right?

Fighting the smirk that threatened to play on my lips from my excitement, I crossed the room of bodies in the misty fog of the clubs smoke machine to go over to him. I had never been this close to him before, and I was certainly right about him being short. Albeit, I am ridiculously tall. Seeing him crane his neck back and look up at me with wide eyes as I towered over him lit something in me and I knew I'd have to take him home tonight despite my better judgment. I was secretly thrilled about that fact.

The friend he was with was looking between us, but I still didn't recognise them from around town. If he had recognised me, he would probably be trying to talk the boy out of talking to me, or engaging in any kind of interaction with me.

"What are you doing here?" The boy asked, his eyes running down me before raising back to look me in the eye.

"I could ask you the same question." I chuckled.

"My friend lives nearby." He gestured to the guy he was with.

"Do you guys know each other?" The guy asked.

"We do now" I took his hand, "Want to dance?"

Icarus was tired of the conversation and I wanted my hands on him.

The boy hesitated, but nodded and let me lead him away from his friend and into the crowds of people to dance. I must admit, I was mildly surprised with his confidence. I was so used to people who knew who I was, even a human, acting like I was the big bad wolf or that I would bite their head off in some power tantrum. I liked how he didn't seem effected by it, although the same couldn't be said about Icarus.

I snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him to me, his hips coming flush against my body as we danced. He kept looking up at me with those wide eyes and seemed to be both intimidated and intrigued by me. We danced like that for a while, close and personal, but nothing crazy. Judging by the way he was acting, I knew he didn't do stuff like this often.

"I'm not much of a dancer." He warned me, his movements a little rigid.

"Nonsense, it's cute." I flirted, tilting his chin upwards with my finger.

He bit his lip, breathing in air softly as his eyes flickered down to my lips and then back to my eyes. He seemed so innocent and small, and it was killing me. Even his baby blue shirt was falling off of him as it was slightly too big, exposing the curve of his neck and collarbone. I gave into the temptation I had to mark it, allowing my mouth to move towards the side of his neck softly. I paused, my breath fanning against his neck, in case he didn't want me to, but if anything he moved closer.

A gentle hickey is all I left, but it was still enough to make the boy melt, clutching onto my shirt to remain upright. I pulled him closer by his waist with one arm, trailing my marks up his neck as I made my way up to his lips, my other hand still holding his chin. It was obvious he was enjoying my touch.

"Can I kiss you?" I whispered huskily in his ear, supporting his weight now as he melted into me.

Too breathy to respond, he simply nodded and I let my lips crash down on his. I immediately took control, pushing my tongue into his mouth to taste just how sweet he was. There was a slight hint of what I could only compare to honey, but it was addicting. Kissing him only made me want more. More kisses, more touching, more everything. I wanted nothing more than to sweep him off of the floor, have his legs wrapped around me and push him up against... Fuck, I was getting carried away.

Kissing him was tantalising in a way that I hadn't experienced in a while. Every sense I had blazed on fire and lit up like Christmas. Maybe I was rushing it, but I wanted to get him out of that club and into a bed as quick as humanly possible. He obviously felt the same way as he was a whimpering mess in my arms. I would usually do the courtesy few dances, but I just couldn't wait. It was like I needed him.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"You just read my mind." I grinned, "Your place?"

"We can go to my friends." He insisted.

That was good enough for me. Before I knew it we were in the back of the taxi after letting our respective friends know where we were going, and every second of the drive was killing me. Mila had given me her usual 'use protection' farewell and ensured me she had money for a taxi back. Now, I just wanted my hands all over him. I wanted to pull him into my lap and... Many things.

There was still a little self-restraint left in me, however, and my god did I exercise it in that taxi. Keeping my hands to myself was a matter of pride, and it was a losing battle the longer time went on. I practically chucked cash at the driver before jumping out, excited to get into that flat. The last week had been stressful and I was looking forward to relieving it.

He cutely fumbled with the keys trying to unlock the flat door, jittery with nerves and excitement. I swiped up the keys from the floor, after he dropped them, and stuck it in the lock, flinging the front door open in seconds. He led me in and I chucked the keys wherever they landed.

"Anyone home?" I whispered huskily.

He shook his head and that's all I needed, swiping him off of the floor and into my arms. I did exactly what I had wanted to do in the club; picking him up and pushing him up against the wall as I kissed him, his legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. His hands tangled themselves in my hair and pulled as I kissed him, making me moan into his mouth.

I pushed my hips into him and he moaned back, tugging on my hair once again. His reactions made me smile into our kiss, and he took it as a chance to pull back from the kiss. His fingers fumbled with my shirt buttons as he panted for fresh air, trying to get it undone in a hurry. I walked him away from the wall as he focused on that, finding a room in this strangers flat.

"This one?" I checked.

"Next one. Next one." He pointed, finally getting my shirt undone.

I found the right room and pushed past the door, laying him down on the bed. I shrugged my shirt off and went back to kissing his neck as his hands found my chest. He seemed to enjoy dragging his hands down my abs, his fingers dipping a bit too low for me to think straight. I tried pulling off his shirt, but when the buttons resisted, I just ripped it. The buttons flew everywhere.

"Shit, sorry." I realised I'd broken his shirt.

I may have accidentally used a bit of wolf strength.

"Fuck me, you're really strong." He gasped in genuine surprise, trying to sit up to see where the buttons had gone.

"I intend to." It sounded like a growl.

He blushed at that, his cheeks turning pink as he realised his choice in words. He looked fucking adorable, all flustered and dishevelled underneath me in bed. Icarus' animalistic need to be in charge was satiated by him and it was driving me crazy.

I pushed him back against the pillows, attacking his neck once again. I trailed little marks down his jaw, neck and chest, enjoying him squirming under me impatiently as I did. His pleasant smell of lavender engulfed me as I ran my mouth over his neck and I pulled back, admiring him. He looked hot with my marks on him; Icarus was feeling particularly territorial with this one.

His hands kept reaching for my belt, making me chuckle internally. Of course, I wanted to get to that, but right now I was having too much fun. He had made it impossible to not tease him by having the best reactions to my touches and I was enjoying toying with him. Playing with my food, I suppose. I kissed down his chest, my fingers slipping below his waistline as he bucked his hips into me. He pouted up at me, his eyes pleading me to stop teasing him and I sighed, smiling.

I think that's enough teasing.