Unsatisfied arousal

If there was anything Dallan hated, it was pack gatherings. He would have to face all the insufferable council of elders and the over-demanding pack members. The fact that the main theme of the celebration was to see the mermaid was a fact that he was well aware of. He had no idea why the pack wanted a mermaid so badly. He had been the one crazy for one. Initially.

Now, his mind was pricking him. It felt like he did a very wrong thing by kidnapping Hazel. She wasn't the first person to be taken by him in such a forceful way, so it came as a surprise why he was suddenly feeling bad—no, remorseful.

The trumpet sounded again.

Dallan exhaled and slowly got up. It would be a very obvious lie if he should duck under his covers and pretend he didn't hear the summoning trumpet. The sound of that instrument could reverberate on an individual's eardrums from a surprising distance when handled by a specialist. The only reason he would flow with the party was because of his order for the men to celebrate.

He had brought it on himself. Just a simple and modest permission to celebrate and the pack threw an all-night party.

Dallan looked out of the window. A young lady he recognized was arranging some decorations. Their eyes clashed. From the distance, Dallan saw the seductive swipe of her tongue across her lower lip. He flashed a small smile. She must have taken it as a confirmation because she slowly loosened her robe and exposed her chest. Dallan's eyes went straight to her nipples. He swallowed.

The female bit a corner of her lips and lightly pinched her nipples. Dallan indicated for her to come over. He stayed at the window, monitoring her gait as she approached his quarters.

He turned to the door of the room and waited as his men allowed her into his chamber. The door creaked open.

"My alpha." She bowed respectfully.

Dallan hummed something inaudible in answer to her greetings. He fixed his eyes on her chest. She followed his eyes there.

"My alpha, do you want to grab them?"

Dallan wanted to. But he didn't have the patience for that. "Clara, can we just fuck as usual? I badly need that right now."

"As you wish, my alpha." Clara seductively pulled on the string tied around her robe. The material slid down to rest at her ankles. She kissed Dallan. Her hands wove into his luscious dark hair, pulling him closer, pushing his tongue deep into the crevice of her mouth.

Dallan grunted into her mouth and cupped her breasts with his palm. Truly, he has starved himself for so long. Wolves were very sexual creatures, and he had been too busy with the pack's affairs to satisfy his cravings. He silently thanked the goddess for Clara who had helped him so far. As a she-wolf, she was always able to match his energy.

Clara started with Dallan's clothes. She took off all his items of clothing, leaving him completely naked. Their tongues were still entwined, wrapped around each other. Dallan pushed her to the bed, his hands tightly fisted into her hair, his arousal poking her thighs.

His mouth left hers to nibble on her shoulder, neck, and earlobes. Adrenaline pumped into his veins, and he uttered a deep throaty sound of approval when he captured her nipples with his mouth.

"My alpha," Clara moaned, grabbing his hair, trying to tug the wet torture of his tongue away from her sensitive chest flesh. Dallan moulded her twin towers and massaged them while playing with her perky nipples. His warm tongue went lower past her chest, stomach, and groin.

He spread her lap for better access and buried his face between them.

"My alpha!" Clara cried out. "Yes, right there!" She moaned as Dallan tightened his grip around her lap and nibbled on the rogue bud. He pressed Clara down to limit her thrashing around until she could not even move a muscle. She eventually resorted to begging and writhing beneath him.

Dallan pulled back when he was sure she had gotten to the level he wanted. With his eyes glowing a bright yellow, he supported his weight on both sides of her face. "Are you ready?" he asked. His erection was firmly gripped by his palm, aimed for her middle.

"I am ready, my al—argh!" The words did not come out as coherent because Dallan dived into her with one powerful thrust. "Fuck!"

He pulled her legs closer, deepening his length into her. She tightened around him, screaming in pleasure and pain, a beautiful combination that made her thighs quiver. Her moans increased; her alpha's thrusts made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Dallan always made her feel this way. No lady or woman in the entire pack existed that didn't want to fuck the alpha. Apart from the ego boost, most of them wanted to experience for themselves the satisfaction Dallan was rumoured to always dish out to his mistresses. Clara did not mind Dallan fucking other ladies, but she made it very clear to the others how high Dallan held her. Already, she was rumoured to be his best mistress. Everyone gave her that respect.

Dallan continued his thrusts, pulling out just a bit, only to slam into her again, the beautiful sounds of wet flesh reverberating on the walls of the room.

Something happened that threw him off balance. His mind went to Hazel as he gripped Clara's breasts. The image pulsed heat through his body. He felt a spark, an electrifying feeling course through his body. Even before he pulled out of Clara, he was already flaccid. He was no longer interested.

"Is everything okay, my alpha?"

Dallan sat on the edge of the bed. No, he shouldn't be fucking Clara. After all, he now had a mate. All his mistresses were free to go and find themselves someone else.

The fact that he was accepting Hazel as a mate made him frown. What happened to the mate denouncement clause he was previously clamouring for? His mind went out to Hazel, what she could be doing, if she thought of him the same way he did.

"My alpha—"

"Clara, leave... Please," Dallan murmured and moved his eyes to the window.

"Did I do something wrong?" The worried woman knelt behind the alpha and began to rub his back. She intentionally allowed her breasts to slide against his back as her fingers moved all over his chest. "Do you want me to suck you off," she seductively whispered.

The thought of getting sucked off by Clara made Dallan feel like throwing up. His frown became deeper. He had not only emptied himself down Clara's throat in the past but most, if not all of his fantasies, had been sated by Clara. The sudden repulsion confused him. It wasn't helping that his dick refused to corporate; it laid on his lap, relaxed, like a pregnant bear.

"Please leave," Dallan repeated, maintaining his composure. He took short and rapid breaths to calm himself down. His mind kept assuring him that it was just a bad dream, and he would wake up to see himself perfectly fine—just as the goddess made him.

Dallan never woke up from the dream. He looked at his surrounding. Yes, he was in his room. He could vividly remember all the events of the previous day, even their return back to the pack in the morning. So, how...

Gentle fingers cupping his flaccid dick made his thoughts crash to a halt. He jerked to his feet.

"Clara, I told you to leave!" He fumed, angry. The lady wasn't fazed.

"My alpha, you called me here to—"

"I know what I called you here to do, Clara. I am not in the mood anymore."

"Is it me?" the worried lady asked. She was in so much hurt that her eyes watered. "Please, fuck me."

"Goddess!" Dallan palmed his face in exasperation. "Don't you get what I am saying? I am no longer in the mood! Look—" He pointed to the flaccid flesh in between his thighs. "—can't you see what is going on down there?"

"Don't you find me sexy?" Cara asked softly.

Dallan felt bad. This wasn't anyone's fault. It was his fault he found it difficult to maintain an erection. No one told him finding a mate could be so burdensome. If he rejected Hazel, was there a probability that he would never be able to... have sex with anyone else?

The thought made his eyes grow wide in shock. He would literally be impotent! The look on his face got to Clara.

"My alpha, what is wrong?" she asked. At the same time, the trumpet sounded again.

Dallan seized the moment. "Clara, I am sorry," he said and grabbed her clothes which had been discarded on the floor. The clothes ended up colliding with her body and sliding down to the ground. "Please go now. I need to prepare for the celebration tonight." He waited until she exited the room before releasing a breath of relief.

What had happened?

More than he cared to remember, he had fucked Clara, and he always enjoyed it. There was even a time when he began asking himself if she wasn't his mate. Even though he had never felt mate signs with her, the attraction—or rather, lust—was clearly evident. She had always made his dick hard and arousals satisfied.

So, what had changed?

At once, Dallan knew the answer... Hazel...

There was something about their mate bond that seemed to affect his craving for other women. He had tons of questions to ask Abe and Kai. No one told him having a mate would be so stressful! Maybe he was better off with the rejection rites.

Dallan knew rejecting Hazel wasn't an option. Truly, he behaved like her presence did not affect him, but deep down, he wanted to kiss her, whisper sweet words to her, fuck her. The combination of those thoughts pushed blood to his groin in a way that greatly excited him. His previously flaccid flesh instantly became hard.

"Goddess," Dallan palmed his face. With a tangled mind and unsatisfied arousal, he jumped into a pair of Jeans and a matching T-shirt. It wasn't ideal wear for a celebration, but he didn't care.

When he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he realized just how tired he looked. Which was very strange.

Wolves did not wear out or look like shit like he could see in the mirror. He looked like someone in desperate need of sleep... or rest. The face that stared back at him was as sexy as ever—in a rough way. His hair was scattered all over his head in messy straight strands. Some stubbles adorned his jaw, giving him a rugged countenance. His sharp-as-glass chin and bold features had not changed even a bit.

Even before he started for the door, he made up his mind to try his best in accepting Hazel since she was slowly clouding his senses.