By the time the boys are finishing up with their game, the tables have somehow turned. Raymond left to go meet up with Ruben and Rina ended up taking his place in the game. She is actually pretty good at these things, which I'm assuming is actually an attractive quality to Leo, maybe even a turn on. He loves video games so much, so the fact that the girl he is crushing on is good at them and seems to enjoy them must be a good thing.

I yawn and unconsciously find myself leaning my head against Greyson's shoulder. Since no one's looking, why not right? I'm not even sure if Greyson noticed. Today was such a long day. Even though I didn't do much besides having people yank on my hair, wax my legs and practically every other part of my body, and then cut the dead ends off my hair, it was very tiring. I don't know how those girls can keep up with this routinely. It's worse than our training for the Rogue Squad. Well. In my opinion at least. Rina really seemed to like it.

I watch the players on the screen whip around, shooting the puck here and there. The score is tied and they are at sudden death. The next goal wins. I watch as the red player takes a shot. He misses and the green player gets possession. He passes it to his partner, the blue player who quickly shoots.

"Score!" Leo exclaims.

I pop my head up. Yes! It's finally over.

"Good game..." Rina sighs and places the controller on the bed.

Greyson laughs, "Don't be sad, you guys will win next game."

Derek cuts in from the side lines, "damn. We were so close too. I can't believe you guys won."

"Well congrats Greyson and Leo for your glorious win. That was the longest game ever." I complain.

Greyson laughs and looks down at me. "It was only ten minutes."

I sigh, "Yeah but you guys have played like twelve ten minute games."

"Let's play another." Derek says excitedly. "Rematch, winner takes all."

I roll my eyes, "Well you guys can do whatever you want. I'm going to sleep."

I slide off the bed and stand on the ground. I look over at Rina. She looks content.

She smiles at me. "I'm going to stay for another round."

"Sounds good." I answer. I turn to walk toward the door.

I walk out of Derek's room and close the door behind me. I very slowly make my way down the hallway. I'm glad I got to spend time with everyone. I'm also glad that I haven't seen Damien all day. I still need to figure out what the hell he is planning. He wants to be mates with me. What the hell is wrong with his head? Is this all because of that one time he kissed me? That can't be right. He has kissed so many girls. It makes no sense for him to want me.

I have absolutely no sex appeal. I act like a boy. My hair is always up. I'm not afraid to get sweaty or dirty. I don't act dainty. Honestly what does he see in me?

Suddenly a hand plops onto my head from behind and my wolf jumps in surprise. I'm about to go into defense mode and flip the person over my shoulder, but I feel small tingles. My wolf calms down immediately and I turn around to see none other than Greyson.

"Hey," he says then gives me a sexy smirk.

My face contorts to confusion. "I thought you were playing another round."

"I told them I was tired, but to be honest, I didn't really want to lose. I feel like I got beginners luck. I might as well start and go out with a bang, you know?"

I giggle at his honesty. "That was probably a smart move. When Derek loses he comes back hard with revenge. You would have gotten your ass handed to you."

"Well since we don't have to do anything for the mission right now, want to come watch a movie?" He asks and motion with his thumb towards his door at the other end of the hall.

I raise an eyebrow skeptically and jokingly reply, "asking your leader out on a date are you?"

He smirks again as his eyes darken a bit. "Do you have a problem with that?"

My eyes widen a bit. Is he being serious, or just fooling around with me? "Wait, seriously?" I flat out ask.

He laughs, "call it whatever you want. Are you coming or no?"

Oh. So he wasn't intending for it to be a date. He just doesn't care what I think about it. Well, either way, my wolf and I love hanging out with Greyson so it's not like I'm going to pass up this opportunity.

I smile and walk past him, toward his door. "Fine I will come. But only because you asked so nicely."

I strut down the hallway, listening to Greyson's steps right behind my own. We get to his door in no time. I place my hand on the knob, and turn it forcefully. The door clicks, and opens with ease. I turn my head around, making eyes contact with Greyson. My one eyebrow raises curiously.

"You know," I start to say, "you really should learn to lock your door."

"Bad habit," he admits with a shrug.

I turn back around and walk into the dimly lit room. Greyson follows in behind me. He shuts the door and wanders over to his bed. I watch as he grabs his remote control off of his night stand. His fingers press the power button, flicking the tv on. It lights up the room with different colors. He places it back onto the night stand and turns to me, noticing that I haven't moved.

"You coming?"

"Just a moment. Mind if I change out of these clothes? They are starting to get uncomfortable." I tell him and I tug at the skimpy material plastered to my stomach.

He nods in understanding. "Yeah that's fine. I have some things in the closet you can change into. Feel free to choose whatever."

"Thanks."

On that note, I turn and walk toward his small walk-in closet. As I walk in, I flick on the closet light. When I do, I notice just how small the closet really is. Granted, I don't even have a walk in closet, but from the ones I have seen in this place, this closet is tiny. Luckily, it appears Greyson doesn't have that much stuff to store.

I make my way through his stuff. To my surprise, he really doesn't have many options for me to wear. He has no clean baggy sweatpants, no clean giant hoodie sweat shirts, and only a few t-shirts that are clean at the moment. My hands skim over a silky button up shirt. It looks large, and something is drawing me to it. My choice is made as I slip the silky material off its hanger.

I place the shirt between my legs as I grab the hem of my slutty shirt. I yank it over my head. Then I reach for the clasp of my bra. I gently unclip it and toss it to the floor. I reach down to grab the silky dress shirt. I slip my right arm through its sleeve followed by my left arm. Before buttoning it up, I grab onto the top of my skirt and pull it down and off my legs. I'm a little sad that I'm wearing a thong instead of regular underwear, but there isn't much I can do about that.

I button up the silky top which reaches mid thigh on me, easily covering the essential. I gather up my loose articles that are scattered around my feet, and wander out of the small closet. The room is still dark, being lit up by the feint colors of the TV. Greyson's eyes are intently watching the screen.

Not going to lie. My heart is a little disappointed. In a sense, I wanted him to look at me in his shirt.

I toss away my worries, and make my way over to the bed. I place my clothes on top of the chest at the foot of the bed. Then I walk around the side, and hop onto the comfy mattress, right next to Greyson.

"So what are we going to watch?" I ask as I start to make my way under the covers.

"Anything works for me, what did you have in mind?"

"Can we watch some more of those documentaries?"

A smirk starts to slink up his cheeks, "you like those things, huh?"

"I think it's interesting to learn about little things like that."

"You realize they're all fake, right?"

I huff, "how do you know that? They could very well be real!"

He laughs at my defensive comment but shakes it off. I guess he doesn't want to turn this into a small argument. I smirk in victory as he clicks the remote and changes the channel to a documentary. This time it's about mermaids. How interesting.

"So you guys are really going through with this mission, huh?" he asks me suddenly, in a voice that's lower than usual.

"Yup," I say, popping the 'p'. My eyes still lingering on the TV screen.

"The whole club is run by werewolf hunters... I don't feel good about it."

"Aw is little Grey worried about me?" I mock and finally turn to look at him. To my surprise, his face is genuinely worried. My heart jumps and my stomach turns nervously.

The only other people who have ever been worried for me, are my Mom and Rina. Even my father has never been concerned about my well being on a mission. And to my surprise, I'm worried too. Something in my gut is telling me I have to be more careful than I've ever been. I've never been in the heart of a werewolf hunter's den, but in this mission, it's exactly what I'm doing. It's like committing suicide. One slip up and we are all done for.

"I am worried Lucia. Salvador is one of the best and most skilled hunters out there, and here you are walking into his club? It just doesn't make logical sense."

My wolf whimpers, understanding the situation. She doesn't want to do the mission either. Yet, I have to. I can't lose my confidence. I need to try and perk myself and Greyson up. But how do I do that?

Suddenly an idea pops into my mind and I decide to run with it.

I stare into Greyson's eyes. Slowing I slip out of the comforter. He watches me silently. I slowly lean up on my knees and gently make my way closer to Greyson. His eyes skim over me, finally noticing me wearing his nice and silky shirt. I see his eyes darken. I take this moment to gently straddle his lower half, sitting down on him lightly. My hands land on his chest and his eyes flick back to mine.

I smirk in a deep and sexual way, slowly leaning down. My lips reach his bare neck. I moisten them and begin my torturous sucking. My teeth gently scraps his skin and he releases a low and deep growl. Greyson's hands connect with my thighs. They slowly start moving up my bare leg and I find myself moaning unintentionally.

Damn, this was supposed to be me seducing him. Let's turn the tide.

I shift my weight fully back into my legs and lean up a bit. I grab his wrists in my hands, removing them from my thighs. I quickly pin them onto the pillows next to his head. Our faces now mere inches from one another. I smirk down at him and he raises and eyebrow seductively. Clearly he's not used to this.

"No touching," I whisper, "it's my turn."

"What happened to innocent little Lucia?"

"She decided to hide away for the night. Problem?"

He smirks and glances down at my lips then back up to my eyes, "no."

"Good." I say and crash my lips down onto his.

We move in synch with one another and suddenly I feel something stiffen underneath me. My cheeks flare red in realization that I've really turned Greyson on. To my surprise, a random rush of heat flashes through my body and instinct takes over. I gently grind myself over him. He moans as I motion back and forth over his hardened self. With only the light fabric of his pants and my skimpy underwear separating us, I can't help but release a moan of my own. The feeling is just too glorious, even better than I felt the other night when I was here with Greyson.

Confidence flows through my bones as the feeling of desire runs in my veins. I never knew I could be so outgoing sexually, but here it is.

I release his arms from my grip and slink my fingers down his chiseled chest. His abs are large and sturdy. I can feel every indent and defined muscle as I skim my finger all the way down to the hem of his shirt. I gently start to tug it up. Greyson gets my hint and begins to lean up. We break the kiss for a moment in order to successfully strip Greyson of his t-shirt. I soon after crash my lips heatedly back to his. I give him a gentle push, landing him back onto his pillows, only this time, due to a shifting of pillows, he is at a slight incline.

Our mouths move in sync and my fingers trace over his bare skin. He is warm and as sexy as ever. Who would have thought his firm body would be such a turn on?

My wolf pushes me further, starting to take over, once again grinding me over Greyson. I let her have a bit of control, but never let her take fully over. This is my time with Greyson, not hers. She suddenly creeps my hands down and over his abs, heading straight to his pants. I feel my heart beat nervously in my chest, but honestly this is want I want, to give Greyson pleasure.

My fingers linger near the top go his pants for a couple of seconds. Greyson's breathing gets hot and rough. The tempo of his heart skips a beat and I know I'm affecting him in a good way. I gain back control from my wolf and continue on my own, with full blown confidence. My fingers latch onto his pants. I slow unbutton them and undo zip the zipper. That's when Greyson breaks the kiss.

"Lucia, you know you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

I roll my eyes, but internally I sigh at how cute he is for thinking of me in a moment like this. "Do you not want me to continue?" I ask.

"I never said that."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, I wouldn't do anything I'm not comfortable with." I look him straight in the eyes and give him a cute smirk. I reach down, delivering a quick peck to his lips. "But thanks for the concern."

He smirks and I take that moment to return the heated kiss. Passion quickly sparks up again. Our tongues fall into their usual rhythm. My confidence slowly builds up again. My hands slowly jerk down his pants and boxers. Leaving him nude under me. I break the kiss by slowly trailing little kisses down his neck, chest and abs. I soon find myself near his hardened self.

My heart pounds nervously, scared of a wrong move, but my wolf pushes me forward and I'm thankful for it. I place him into my mouth and grab the shaft in my right hand. I suck it and move my hand back and fourth, hoping to be giving him pleasure. I must be on the right track because I hear him moan and growl sexually. I smirk and quickly flick my tongue on the tip, continuing to suck hard.

I continue this little trick for a while and slowly speed things up a bit. I hear his breathing quicken again and I know I'm doing well.

A moment later I feel himself harden more under my grip then suddenly I feel something shoot into my mouth. I have to control myself to not gag from the surprise. I slowly slide my mouth from him and swallow gently. Surprisingly it's a bit salty but not that bad. I lick my lips and look up at Greyson who is breathing hard but looking at me a bit shocked.

"Are you sure that was your first time? Were you lying to me about being innocent?" he jokingly asks.

I laugh, "So I wasn't bad, huh? But no I didn't lie. That was my first time doing something like that..."

He smirks, "Has my touching ban expired?"

My eyes wrinkle a bit in curiosity. "Uh I guess so, why?"

He leans up and grabs onto my hips. He shifts me so that way I'm now the one laying on my back and he is hovering over me. I look up into his emerald eyes surprised. He looks down at me hungrily.

"It was awfully mean of you to tell me to restrain myself from touching you, especially when you're in my shirt." He whispers over me. Hovering mere inches from my lips.

I smirk, "I just figured you've never been the submissive one before, wanted to let you try something new."

He laughs lightly. "Well thanks, but I also prefer to be the one in charge." He says right before crushing his lips to mine.

I moan as our mouths fall into rhythm. I enjoy the sensation of him all around me. I love his scent, his touch, the way his lips feel pressed up against mine, and I even love his voice and the way he growls in pleasure when I do something right. I gently suck on his bottom lip, and scrape it gently with my teeth. He growls in pleasure and I can't help but smirk to myself. Everything with Greyson seems so natural.

His fingers move to my shirt. Slowly he starts unbuttoning it. As he undoes one button at a time, my heart begins to race in anticipation, remembering the fact that I had earlier discarded my bra and as soon as this shirt is off I will merely be in a thong. Soon his fingers reach the last button. It is quickly undone and I am soon freed of his silky shirt completely as he discards it to the floor. His right hand lands on my belly. Slowly it lingers up toward my chest. It reaches the sweet spot and he begins to work his magic. Slowly tugging and massaging. I moan underneath him and find the pace of my breath to be speeding up.

My brain starts to do circles as he continues and I find it almost difficult to keep up with the kiss due to the pleasure. Greyson suddenly stops his magical work and I whimper unconsciously. I feel him smirk against my mouth. He takes this opportunity to kiss over my cheek, down my neck, and joining his hands on my breasts.

I moan as he once again continues his work, only this time using his mouth. I feel my body shake lightly in pleasure and I can't contain my fast paced breathing. After a little while of this, his mouth slowly traces down. It runs over my stomach, past my naval and toward my thong. My heart races uncontrollably at the thought of what it would feel like for him to kiss me there. My cheeks heat up but my wolf perks up in anticipation.

His fingers hook onto either side of my thong. He stops for a moment and looks up at me. Our eyes connect and I feel a rush of feelings pour through my body. The feeling is strange but desirable. I never want to feel anything but this for Greyson. I try to control my emotions as he asks me a question in a low and sexy voice.

"Mind if this comes off?"

Obviously he is talking about my thong.

Without thinking my mouth says, "of course not."

He smirks and quickly slides them down my legs and off my body completely, tossing them to the side. I blush intensely as he returns to kissing my lower stomach, slowly creeping down. His kisses are slow and sensual. For a moment, they are almost ticklish, making me want to giggle, but then Greyson reaches a spot that no longer makes me feel anything but pleasure. I unconsciously moan aloud as this sweeping insanity passes through my mind.

He continues doing this and I can't help but let out almost constant moans. Greyson was right about one thing, this sure as hell is way more pleasurable than what he did last time. His fingers slide up my thighs, sending shivers and tingles every which way. They quickly join his mouth and I moan in pleasure as I feel a jolt of ecstasy fling through my body, tightening my muscles. The high lasts for a few seconds. As soon as it passes I feel my muscles relax and I pant profusely. Greyson notices and slowly stops. He crawls up next to me on the bed and lays down.

He glances down at me and smirks at my frazzled state.

"Wow." I say still panting a bit. I look up at him. "You weren't kidding when you said things get better."

He laughs, "why would I lie?"

I shrug. "I didn't think it would have been possible."

He leans down and kisses my forehead. Sparks fly through my body and I close my eyes at the feel.

"You're so cute." He whispers to me.

My eyes fling open. I look up at him. He is staring down at me, serious about his compliment. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"You sure know how to make a girl happy. You really must have been quite the womanizer back in your old pack." I comment, trying to escape my embarrassment of being called cute.

He laughs but I notice something in his eyes. I think I see a tinge of loneliness, but I'm just not sure. "I most certainly wasn't a womanizer."

"If you weren't a womanizer, then what were you like in your old pack?" I ask suddenly and unintentionally. Is that too personal?

He looks away from me for a moment. I can't read his expression. It's confusing to me.

"I was a hard worker who constantly tried to please his parents. Yet, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get them to trust me or my decisions."

"That sounds rough." I reach out and grab his hand in my own. I weave my fingers through his. "If it makes you feel any better, my father never liked me."

He glances back in my direction, locking eyes with my own. I notice sympathy. "Why would that make me feel better?"

"Because most people in this pack feel better after seeing or hearing about someone else's pain."

"You know I'm not like most people in this pack, Lucia." He squeezes my hand, "and you should know that it will never make me feel good to know that you've been hurt or are hurting."

My heart flutters at his response. I certainly was not expecting that. Usually people who have felt so much pain feel better after hearing someone else's. Why is Greyson different than most rogues who live here?

"Grey?"

"Yes?"

"Can you tell me more about your old pack life?" He looks at me surprised so I add, "if it's too personal, then that's fine. I was just curious since I've never lived anywhere but here. Most people in this pack come from different backgrounds and have had other experiences. Yet, I was born here, I don't know anything besides this pack house and the places I have gone on missions to. What's it like out there?"

He smiles. "Yeah I can tell you a little bit about it, but first-" he hops under the covers and motions for me to join.

I laugh at him but quickly follow suit. It's honestly crazy how comfortable I am around him, even when I'm naked. I can remember when I was naked in front of Damien. I felt so uncomfortable and embarrassed about myself. Yet Greyson makes me feel like home. Like I belong here no matter what state I'm in. I dig my head into his pillow in order to get comfortable. Greyson as well shifts around until he is cozy.

"So," he asks, "what would you like to hear first?"

"Did you have any siblings?" I ask.

"A sister. She was young, her ninth birthday was actually two days ago." My eyes widen in shock.

"Really? Were you two close?"

"Very. She came to me with all her problems. We were best friends." I can see the care in his eyes. He truly did love her.

"Things between you and your parents must have been really bad, huh?" I conclude.

"I wouldn't say that. My parents are sweet and genuine, I love them a lot. They just expect a lot from me and want me to follow directly in their footsteps."

"So if things weren't that bad between you and your parents, then what happened? Why did you leave?" I ask suddenly, confused as to why he would leave people that genuinely care about him.

He diverts his eyes from mine. "That's complicated."

I examine his face and conclude that this is something I shouldn't ask. He clearly doesn't want to talk about it and I can't make him. Plus, if the memories were so bad, I don't want him to remember them.

"Did you go to school?" I ask, quickly changing the subject.

"Yeah of course. Doesn't everyone?" he asks, seemingly back to his normal self.

I laugh, "nope."

He looks at me. Shock written over all his features. "No?"

"No." I repeat. "Here in the Rogue pack, everyone enters older than eighteen, so most people have already attended school. For those of us who are born in the pack, our mothers have to raise us and homeschool us." Suddenly my eyes widen in realization. "Mom..." I turn to Greyson, "I can't leave her alone for too long or she gets worried. I hate to rush out of here but last time I slept over she stayed up waiting for me."

He nods his head in understanding, "Alright. You can wear my shirt back to your room."

I smile and kiss him on the lips suddenly. I feel my cheeks flare up as I say, "Thanks Grey. You're the best."

I hop out of the bed and scurry around the floor. I find the shirt and slip my arms through it. Then I hear, "you know I really can't get used to that tattoo of yours."

I laugh, "you were watching me!" I shout and turn to face him while I finish up the buttons.

He winks at me seductively, "How could I resist?"

I laugh at his ridiculousness. I grab my thong and toss it on. Then I walk up to his chest at the foot of the bed and grab my skirt. I put that on so I'm not walking around with no pants on in a house filled with hungry rogues. I grab my shirt and bra then walk to the door. I turn around and look back at Greyson.

"Thanks for the movie night, we should try it again sometime."

He smirks, "Agreed, next time we can try other fun things."

I blush and giggle at him. I wave and open his door. Light peers in from the hallway. I step into, closing the door behind me. As my eyes adjust to the light, I continue down the hall. A blurry figure emerges before me. A few moments later my eyes readjust and fixate on the character. My jaw drops.

"Damien..."