“Have I done this before?” I mumbled, raising one eyebrow. “Are you pleased with me?”

  As he growled, he nudged me away and grabbed me under the arms, lifting me into a stand. My insides quivered as he pressed me against the tree with his bulk, his hips grinding into mine. His hard cock nudged my core through my jeans and I clung to him, weakened by the intense tingles that flooded my vagina.

  My chin fell on his shoulder as he lifted me and his hand found the waist of my jeans, ready to tug down. Through the trees, my gaze caught sight of Joel and the twins as they rounded the corner and headed towards us, deep in conversation.

  The reality of what I was doing blasted into my chest and I froze, grabbing Fender's hand to stop him.

  He grunted before pulling away and looking into my eyes. I dropped my gaze, suddenly too afraid to let him see my doubt. The man had ruined my life, and here I was, jumping on his cock.

  No. I would have my way with him, but he needed to pay for what he'd done first.

  “You okay?” He bit his bottom lip. “Did I hurt you?”

  Shaking my head, I faked a smile and ran my hand down his shaft again. “No, I just need the bathroom first, that's all. I didn't expect to get so heated, but...” Chewing on the corner of my lip, I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. “...I need this.”

  Squeezing him, I smiled when his eyes widened at the same time as his length thickened. “Hurry up, then,” he rasped, “I need to be inside you.”

  Stepping back, he watched as I retreated around the tree, looking over my shoulder at the last minute. “Keep him hard for me,” I ordered, not waiting for a reply.

  I caught sight of him gripping himself before I ducked through the undergrowth and slunk near to the bathing cave. My cheeks were hot and my body vibrated from unreleased tension. Shit, it had been hard not to let him take me against the tree. I would give myself orgasms over that memory for days.

  My heartbeat thundered as I spotted the three men. Shooting around another tree, I walked up to the entrance of the cave and waited for them to approach.

  “Wolf-heir,” Joel said, saluting me. “Where's Fender? We need a quick word.”

  Frowning, I glanced behind me. “I'm not sure, I left him just up there five minutes ago. He said he had to sort something out before joining me here.”

  The men looked at one another before shrugging and heading off into the undergrowth. My plan could easily come to nothing, but I wasn't going to stay to find out.

  “Can you tell him that I'm leaving?” I called, waving at Joel, “I've got things to do.”

  Saluting again, he didn't reply as they disappeared. I wasted no time in speed- walking straight down the hill and into the camp. If I could escape, my plan might just work out... as long as the men came across Fender gripping his penis in the middle of the woods.

  A grin split my lips as I walked quickly, heading straight for the car park. Fender had been so turned on, he hadn't noticed me slip his keys from his back pocket. Once he was caught, he would come looking for me. I didn't have much time.

  Trying to control the rush of my breath, I slipped through the boundary treeline of the camp and started to run. My hair flew back from my face and adrenaline made me shiver. I had just played a Lawless Brother. There was a slight chance he would kill me, especially if I got caught.

  The thrill of the chase propelled me forward until I reached the car park. Checking that it was empty, I approached his motorbike. Oh, yeah, the alpha-bitch went there. Okay, I had probably truly lost it, but it felt so fucking good.

  Taking out the helmet from under the seat, I shoved it on my head and climbed onto the machine. Before I could retract my actions, I plunged the key into the ignition and started the motorbike. My whole body hummed with power when the engine roared loudly. I almost crapped my pants as I turned the beast and pulled on the accelerator. I didn’t have time to piss around.

  As the motorbike sped down the track and out onto the road, I yelped in glee. See, Fender had judged me as a goody alpha-heir, playing coy to get to the top of my pack. And yes, mostly he had been right... Except, I had driven motorbikes, given blow jobs and had fun, too.

  He'd wanted to play a game, and he'd played his first hand by lying to take away something that belonged to me. Now, I'd played my hand and taken something of his. It felt so good to make my move.

  Fuck you, Fender Gregory, good girls could be bad too.

  And now?

  The game was on.

  Chapter Seven

  Fender

  The rustle of the leaves sent a rush of anticipation dancing down my spine. She had returned... and I'd done as she'd asked, gripping myself hard.

  “Dude!”

  I stilled, releasing myself just as the guys came around the tree. Their eyes widened and Joel clapped his hands, a howl of laughter bursting from him.

  Holding my arms to the side, I bowed my head before tugging my jeans over my quickly deflating erection. My skin burned as I swallowed, too wrapped up in my own head to even acknowledge the guys taking the piss.

  So the bitch had somehow orchestrated my humiliation. I had to hand it to her, she had got me good.

  “I know she's a hottie,” Joel said, “but you could've at least waited until she'd left the camp until you got it on with little Fender.”

  “Where did she go?” I barked, interrupting their crude jokes.

  Tristan and Trent glanced between themselves, their jovial expressions dropping. They knew me well enough to know that they hadn't just caught me masturbating. Their brains twigged that the alpha-heir had tricked them into finding me.

  “She said that she was leaving because she had things to do.” Tristan held his hands up when I snarled, baring my canines. “Don't bite the messenger.”

  Shoving past them, I clenched my hands into fists and pulled back my angry wolf spirit. He was threatening to break free and go after Violet. He had wanted her just as much as I had.

  “Fender?” Tristan called, his sharp jaw tight. “She's not worth it.”

  I fought the urge to snap at him. Instead, I inhaled and carried on walking, dodging around the tree and coming into the main wooded area near the bathing cave.

  Tristan had always had my back. Where Joel was my right hand unpredictable man, Tristan was my grounding rock, keeping me on the straight and narrow. He knew what my dangerous wolf-outs were capable of producing. He’d even likened me to a werewolf version of Jekyll and Hyde.

  Marching down the incline and into the clearing of the camp, I looked around, searching for her blonde hair. Tristan was right, I had to control my inner wolf. He was a bit of an evil bastard and no one, not even me, had been able to take him. Hence, why I was a stray werewolf with no pack.

  Violet, though. She'd made my insides purr, which had been why I'd waited for her. The image of her on her knees had almost brought me to mine. Fuck. The memory made me instantly hard, straining against my boxers.

  “Fender?”

  Oh shit. And there was Greta, waving me over to the food tent. The last time I'd seen the Swedish beauty, I'd taken her against the bonnet of her car. That had been a week ago... and I'd managed to avoid her since.

  “Come!” she ordered, gesturing to several members of our pack, who sat in the tent. “We need you.”

  Great, she had used the words Violet had uttered only moments ago. I was teetering on the edge of unsatisfied lust, ready to burst from frustration, and here I was, having to deal with camp business.

  Shaking myself, I shoved Violet to the back of my mind and walked into the tent. The cooking station was quiet, with only a couple of people making pancakes on the camping ring. When I’d first set up the tent, Joel had wanted to bring in elaborate machinery and fancy dining tables. There had only been a few of us men back then – bloody hell, it had been five years since we’d claimed our little piece of land – so I’d refused, insisting on the basics.

  “Fender!” one of the teen guys called, flipping a pancake so high, it almost hit the light, “look what I can do!”

  Ducking as the circle of dough flew past my head, I widened my eyes. “Okay, dude, try not to break my skull with that.”

  The young lad was a new recruit who had rocked up to the camp a week ago. We had offered him a place under the condition that he was shadowed by an older camp member for a month, just to make sure he would fit into our little haven.

  “Sorry, man!” He laughed as he placed the pan back on the stove and gestured for his mentor to take over. “Oh, I heard from the police,” he said, his cheeks going pink, “they’re dropping all charges against me.”

  Nodding, I smiled. “So they should.”

  I turned away from him as he went back to his cooking. He had been arrested for attacking several members of his pack. His supposed family had fabricated a story to get him banished because he hadn’t conformed to their strict rules. Luckily, the police had obviously seen through the lies.

  “Ladies,” I said, facing the three women who sat on the plain wooden picnic bench. “What can I do for you?”

  Avoiding Greta’s gaze, I sat down and gave them my full attention. My jeans were tight as I stretched my legs wide under the table. Whose stupid idea had it been to keep the seating simple and uncomfortable? Hhmm. Me. Who had insisted on rows of picnic benches so everyone would feel equal? Yeah, me again.

  “We’ve had an idea for the Spring Solstice celebrations.” The woman who spoke was older and had long wavy brown hair with streaks of grey. I couldn’t quite remember her name, but she’d been with us for a while.

  The other woman was my age, and I’d bedded her on a night out in the city. She had somehow found her way to the camp a few weeks later. Neither one of us had wanted to repeat our night of passion so we’d acted as if nothing had happened. Much like most of the women who had shared their bed with a Lawless Brother. They had taken their fill, same as us, and moved on... usually into our camp, where they felt protected.

  Hiding my inner cringe, I raised my eyebrows and pretended to look interested. “Right.”

  Greta punched my arm lightly, giggling when I glanced at her. “Come on. We know you hate joviality at the best of times, but we’re still werewolves. We like to celebrate our pagan ancestry.”

  “What has happened to the Lawless Brothers?” I muttered, rolling my eyes when the women all spoke at once. “Okay, okay!” I said sharply. “If we have to have a celebration, let’s do it the traditional way.”

  The women glanced at one another before smiling. “Very well, if you give us permission, we’ll do it the old way.”

  A slight hint of expectation made my stomach clench. I hadn’t participated in many of the camp’s celebrations, too miserable to allow myself to have fun. However, the old way of doing things could spark inspiration in me.

  Maybe an age old traditional orgy was what I needed to get Violet out of my head.

  “You've only got a week to set up the celebrations,” I said, slowly getting to my feet. “Make sure to stick to the pack rules.”

  “No outsiders.” Greta placed her hand over her heart. “And respect to everyone in the pack.”

  Smiling, I patted my jeans pocket, freezing when the familiar jangle of my keys didn't sound.

  “Please don't take it back,” Greta almost whimpered.

  Shaking my head, I forced a smile as I retreated. “No, I just remembered something.”

  I didn't give them time to reply before I turned and growled low in my throat. A white hot heat travelled over my arms and to my fingertips. My keys were gone and there was only two places they could be.

  Jogging across the camp, I clenched my hands into fists and glanced around. If anyone saw me lose my shit for no reason, they would judge me for it. That was the only problem with being an original Lawless Brother. I had to maintain a certain reputation. We all did.

  “What's up, Bro?” Joel called as I ran past the camp fire where he sat with a small group. “Need to finish what you started?”

  Not dignifying him with a response, I carried on up the incline. The twins emerged from the bathing cave, both flushed from the heat of the hot spring. I understood that feeling of heat burning from the inside. I was raging, quite sure that I wouldn't find my keys where Violet had gone down on me.

  “She's definitely not up there,” Tristan shouted after me.

  Throwing up my arm, I gave him the middle finger. Bastard knew full well that she had left the camp, I didn't need a reminder.

  Heart hammering, I shoved through the undergrowth and came into the clearing. The image of her on her knees, with her mouth around my cock, came straight into my mind. Blood rushed down my body, making me hard again. Fuck me, I wouldn't be able to function with the frustration of pent up energy. I would have to do something about it.

  A quick scout around confirmed what I already knew. My keys hadn't fallen out of my pocket when she'd tugged my jeans down. Shit. My cock pulsated painfully at the memory.

  Leaning against the tree where I'd pinned her, I undid my jeans button and slipped my hand into my boxers. I had to release the beast from my jeans and finish what she'd started.

  The fury of humiliation gave me a tinge of extra lust, only adding to the carnal grip of my hand. I didn't have time to enjoy the images of her, I had to satiate the painful throb. I stroked harder, remembering how her mouth felt around my shaft. Shit, I could feel her on me again, driving me to the brink. The explosion blasted from me before I was ready, knocking me to my knees. I held myself up with one hand, grunting as I orgasmed over the leafy floor.

  Bloody hell, I had never been so powerless while in the throes of sorting myself out. That alpha-bitch had done something to me. I had never felt so weak.

  As the glow of release faded, I stumbled to my feet and tucked myself away. If the keys weren't here – which they weren’t – it meant that Violet had taken them. Would she be waiting at the car park, ready to taunt me for my failure? Or maybe she got a ride and took them with her. Either way, she was going to pay for playing me.

  A chuckle burst from me as I exited the clearing and ducked into the cave to wash my hands. I made quick work of it before setting off, heading straight for the car park. A couple of people tried to derail me as I crossed the camp and went through the trees. I waved them away, pissed off at the head start that Violet had already gained. If she was waiting by my bike, she would laugh in my face at the amount of time it had taken me to realise what she'd done.

  My heartbeat increased as I jogged through the trees and towards the cars. She wasn't standing next to my... wait, where the fuck was my bike?

  Fury scalded my skin as I searched the car park, panic making my feet light as I checked around the cars. The gravel was loud, echoing through the thundering of my ears. It wasn't here. The bitch had taken my fucking bike.

  The rumble of an engine made me look around, expecting to see her riding up with a shit-eating grin. No, it was just Tristan, who was balancing several boxes of pizza on his back seat.

  “You alright?” he called, tugging his helmet off.

  “Get off!” I barked, snatching the helmet. “Now.”

  Raising his eyebrows, he held up a hand and did as he was told, swinging his leg off. He knew better than to argue with me when I raged. Sometimes, it didn't matter how much I cared for someone, my wolf took over and people got hurt.

  I shook the memories away as they tried to creep in.

  “Anything I can help with, dude?” Tristan frowned as he looked around. “Where's your bike?”

  A roar exploded from me and he backtracked, tripping over a stump on the ground. His hands were held up in surrender as I flung my leg over the seat and tugged his helmet on. The pizzas dug into my back, so I knocked them off, glaring at my friend when he scrambled for them.

  “I hope that didn’t get paid by the pack’s kitty,” I shouted over the growl of the engine. “Buy your own fucking pizza!”

  Firing the ignition, I screeched the bike away, kicking up dirt behind me. That bitch had fired me up in more ways than one and I would make her regret it. She might be playing a game, but no one, no matter how fucking gorgeous they were, ever took my motorbike and got away with it.

  She would pay.

  Chapter Eight

  “I'm sorry.” Alini's voice was strained as it reached me over the phone. “Wolf god is making me wait. Apparently, you're not supposed to be alpha right now. Just... keep your head up and don't do anything rash.”

  “What...” I scowled, throwing a twig into the stream, “...like turn up and challenge Tony? I wouldn't...” Shaking my head, I let the sentence drop.

  It had been another twenty four hours since I'd been banished from my pack and left the Lawless camp. That was five days in total. I hadn't thought to take my pack the old fashioned way. Maybe I should've just challenged my foe. That's how the bloodlines had fought it out when there were plenty of them to lead. Nowadays, the pure lycan wolves were few and far between, due to egos and modern day societies. It was amazing how many pack members had signed up to WolfDating.com and bonded outside the bloodline.

  “I can hear your brain ticking and I don't like it.” Alini's voice was bemused. “Please don't do anything stupid.”

  Lying back on the grassy bank, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the setting sun on my face. The grass was damp as the night drew ever closer, threatening to bore me, yet again.

  “I trust you,” I said, sighing loudly, “but I'm an alpha without a pack. Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”

  I might have been loud and sarcastic to Fender but inside I was breaking. There was nothing worse for a werewolf than being rejected by their pack. Except an alpha who had been pushed out because of lies.