Chapter Twenty-One

Dallas

I finally realized he was asleep when I heard Troye’s light snores and felt his steady breaths that made my spine tickle. I pulled off my glasses and set down the file I was reporting on. It had been almost an hour since we arrived back at the pack house and I was nowhere near finished with the paperwork.

“Carson? Is that you?” I whispered to my empty office. I watched as my door creaked open and the scout’s familiar jet-black hair and chiseled jaw-line appeared, his eyes alert.

“Is everything alright Alpha?” he responded in the same volume.

I nodded and then looked down at the disheveled hair of my sleeping brother.

“Could you take Troye home and stay with him until I get there? And if you don’t make sure he is safe, I will personally chop off your balls and feed them to a squirrel,” I deadpanned, watching as Carson’s face turned sheet white.

He nodded and stepped into the room completely, ready to complete his task. Carefully, I pushed myself away from the desk and stood up with Troye’s body clung onto me. I walked towards Carson, slowly pulling Troye off me. Carson gently took him from me and Troye instantly snuggled down into his chest, a fiery ball of envy forming in my chest. I turned away from them—in order to protect Carson’s face from my fist—and they headed out of the office quietly.

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Troye

A steady pounding underneath me had my eyes lazily opening. I hazily recognized the worn wooden door behind me as Dallas’ office, but I wasn’t too sure based on the fact I was half asleep.

I guess Dallas had carried me out and we were on our way home. My body tingled with the thought of getting into the same bed as him. I pulled my head up slightly and found Dallas’ ear—one of my favorite spots to tease.

I lightly brushed my lips against it and opened my mouth slightly to speak.

“Hey Dal, once we get home we can finish what we started earlier,” I whispered, moaning slightly and lightly biting down on the flesh beneath his ear.

But nothing happened. I couldn’t smell his arousal, he wasn’t moaning or tightening his grip on me. He actually loosened it. He actually tried to move is neck away from my mouth.

I scrambled around in his arms slightly as he continued walking. I tried to pull myself up off him to look at his face and see what was wrong, but when I did I wish I hadn’t.

The face didn’t belong to my big brother. It belonged to a dark haired pale skinned man I had never seen before in my life. My heart began racing and images of being tied up or raped flooded through my mind. I was being taken again.

“DALLLLLASSS!!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs, trying my hardest to escape his death grip. I was thrashing and screaming as he tried to speak but I just couldn’t listen.

The sudden sound of a door slamming had me whipping my head back towards the direction we had come. A frazzled looking Dallas stood a few feet away from me.

At the sight of him I leapt with all my strength and was released from the strange man’s hold. I bounded up to Dallas, screaming his name over and again, and jumped into his outstretched arms.

He pulled me up into him effortlessly and began to stroke the back of my head as dry sobs racked my body. I clung onto him and burrowed my face into his chest, inhaling his calming musky scent deeply. After a few seconds, Dallas’ hand brushed my face and he attempted to pull my chin up so he could look in my eyes. I complied.

His perfect hazel orbs were radiating distress; the signature crease above his brow that formed when he was stressed appeared. His chiseled jaw was dusted with the perfect amount of scruff, his lips parted out of concern for me and I wanted nothing more than to just kiss and love him forever.

“Troye baby what’s wrong?” he whispered, caressing my cheek with his callused fingers that could send shivers through my body.

I furrowed my brow and turned around in the direction of my attacker. He stood up straight, his hands behind his back, his gaze staring straight ahead. I looked him up and down and suddenly became extremely embarrassed when I realized he was wearing a Western scout uniform.

I turned back to face Dallas, my cheeks significantly more pink than the last time he saw them.

“I… I thought he was… I thought I was being taken again,” I squeaked out.

Dallas parted his lips and his tongue made a sympathetic clicking sound as his eyes softened. After a second he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine and sighed.

“You’re okay little pup. I promise,” he whispered and lightly pressed his lips to the bridge of my nose.

My stomach exploded with butterflies and all I could do was sigh with content. But all too soon, Dallas pulled away from me and began to pull me off him and set me on the ground.

“Wh-what? What’s happening?” I questioned frighteningly.

“Carson was bringing you home so you could go to sleep Troye. I still have a lot more work to do and you need some rest. This day has been too long,” Dallas replied.

I instantly shook my head. “No. No, I’m not going home without you.”

Dallas rubbed his hand on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down.

“Don’t worry, Carson is staying until I get there.”

“Who the fuck is Carson? Dallas I want you and only you. Please,” I begged, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

He turned away from my gaze. He could never resist those eyes.

After a couple seconds his stare found mine again. “Troye, baby, please go. It is imperative that I finish this tonight and I need you to be at home in bed sleeping, not in my office on a chair. I promise you I will be home soon. Mom and Dad are home and wolves are already stationed around our property. You will be fine until I get there, okay? Please. Just do this for me Troye.”

I sighed and turned to look at Carson. He was a young guy, probably 20 years old, and he looked reasonably strong and capable.

“Fine,” I grumbled. Dallas smiled and pulled me into his chest for a final hug.

After he let me go, my hands found his neck, trying to let Dallas know I wanted a little something more than a hug.

Dallas glanced over at Carson who instantly turned his back away from us, understanding what we wanted to do.

Dallas grinned and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine gently. I pressed myself against him and ran my hands down his chest until they found their way to his ass. I pulled him even closer to me that way, and he chuckled, pulling his lips away from my mouth and latching them onto my neck.

The feel of his warm tongue on my neck had me digging my fingers into his bum even harder. In response, Dallas began biting down on my neck playfully. I began to giggle nervously as his hands groped my hips. His fingers began to creep under my t-shirt to touch the bare flesh of my abdomen. I sucked in a breath as his fingers made contact with my skin. One beautiful little touch and all I wanted was to give myself up to him right now.

Dallas began to slow down his aggressive assault and become gentler. Instead of fiery bites he gave me delicate kisses. Instead of digging his hands into my stomach, his fingers made slow and soothing strokes.

I felt myself let out a deep moan I had been holding in, along with Dallas’ name rolling of my lips in a seductive manner. Dallas groaned sexily at the sound of his name escaping my mouth.

Just as things were about to heat up, the sound of Carson clearing his throat a few feet away had stopped Dallas’ pursuit of my body.

I groaned in annoyance as he stepped away from—not without a kiss on my forehead—and turned me over to my keeper. I glanced at Carson whose face was radiating heat and embarrassment. I hated when people saw me kissing someone, but this kid’s reaction was too funny to be ashamed about.

He wouldn’t look me or Dallas in the eyes afterwards, and only used one word answers when Dallas was making sure he knew what to do and where we lived. It was hilarious. The dude was so uncomfortable—not to mention the fact I had been whispering seductively in his ear 5 minutes before thinking he was Dallas.

With a parting look at my tall, rugged, and utterly handsome Alpha, Carson and I were off.

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Dallas

It was 2 am by the time I stumbled up the staircase of our home. I had been doing work for four hours after the battle and was completely and utterly exhausted. Not to mention slightly tipsy due to the outrageously expensive scotch Evans had left in one of the drawers of my desk. He claimed it was strong enough to get an Alpha drunk with just one shot, and hell did he mean it.

I approached my bedroom door, my hand grazing the walls for support. Carson was standing in front of it looking like a true soldier. He gave me a nod and I pushed myself through the slightly open door.

My bed was a mass of blankets and pillows strewn about, the back of Troye’s head picking out from under them. Smiling, I collapsed against the doorframe with a large thud. Suddenly, Troye’s head shot up and he turned to glance at me with an evil stare.

“For the last time, the answer is no. And by the way, Dallas would kill you if he knew you were doing this,” Troye’s voice spoke angrily. Confused, I took a step into the light. I guess he couldn’t see that I was Dallas.

“I would kill who?” I asked, my voice coming out in small slurs.

Troye cursed and cupped his hand around his eyes to block out the light shinning in from the doorway.

“DALLAS!” he screeched, throwing himself out of his bed and onto my body. I grinned and bent down to pick him up.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, burying my face the side of his neck. He giggled and wrapped his legs around my waist tighter.

“God you smell so good, beautiful.” I heard myself say. The alcohol I drank completely rid my mouth of a filter. I could tell everything was gonna be coming out of my mouth and there was no stopping it.

Troye kept giggling and fondling my chest as I nipped at his ear. He tried to reposition himself on my body but I stumbled and my back hit the wall—the side effect of drinking while completely exhausted.

Troye hopped off my body and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards our bed. I began giggling and smiling like a fool at the thought of getting in there with him.

“Dallas stop!” Troye said between chuckles on account of my hands grabbing his ass. “Sit down, let me take your pants off,” he paused and I complied as he began undoing my belt. “Looks like someone’s had a bit too much,” he mumbled as my hands made their way up his shirt. Its like they had a mind of their own!!!! Imagine if hands had brains…

The second after my jeans were off, I wrapped my legs around Troye’s hovering figure and pulled him onto the bed with me. He screamed and laughed, landing next to me.

I pushed myself on top of him and began rubbing my nose with his. Noses were adorable. I love noses.

“Trrroyyye,” I groaned as his lips lightly touched my forehead. This kid was gonna get the best sex of his life if he kept this up.

He didn’t respond, he only grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt and began tugging it off, a devious smirk on his face.

“If you take that off Troye,” I whispered, my eyes boring into his. “There’s no way in hell I’m putting it back on.”

His smirk grew, but I knew better.

I sighed and flipped over onto my back next to him before he could take it off. I looked over at my pup who was propped up on his elbow, looking at me curiously.

I couldn’t help myself. I slowly pushed him down on his back and climbed on top of his small frame. He licked his lips and his eyes trailed down my body that wasn’t even exposed.

I slowly lowered my head and placed a small kiss on his jaw line. He shivered.

“I want to make love to you so badly, Troye,” I whispered, my lips grazing his ear. Troye’s body froze underneath me, but his heart was pounding a mile a minute and the smell of his arousal heightened greatly.

Damn I love that smell.

He didn’t respond, but I kissed my way back to his chin then pulled my head up to look into his eyes.

He was paralyzed with fear, but dripping with longing. Troye’s eyes were seriously the window to his soul. They were wide and afraid but curious and hooded. His bottom lip stuck out and he breathed out heavily. His glance flickered all over my face, lingered on my lips but landed on my eyes.

“So do it.”

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