Chapter 150

Despite Jeffrey’s advice, I didn’t tell Andrew about my encounter with Bob. Even though it was a thinly veiled threat, I had no evidence that Bob had done anything wrong, so Andrew couldn’t do anything about it. Besides, Andrew had better things to worry about.

A few days later, the polls were opened for the Alpha King election. All werewolves of legal age in the pack came out to vote. A live count of the votes was held on TV that night.

While Bob and Lisa went to Bob’s apartment to watch the counting, Andrew and I viewed it from the home theater in the mansion. We held hands and ate popcorn…though with our mixture of excitement and anxiety, there was hardly any eating going on.

Sitting on the edges of our seats, we watched as Bob’s red bar and Andrew’s blue bar raced each other across the screen. We didn’t pay much attention to the numbers themselves. We knew that so long as Andrew’s blue bar extended beyond Bob’s red bar, Andrew had won.

For ages, the bars were neck and neck. I worried that Bob might actually win or trigger a recount. With all the controversy that he had helped to stir up against both Andrew and me since the beginning of the election campaign, I would not have been too surprised if either had happened.

“Okay, folks, the hybrid votes are coming in now,” one of the commentators remarked.

Andrew squeezed my hand tightly. The hybrid vote was our best chance at pulling ahead. If we failed there, Andrew might lose the Alpha King position.

Gradually, the blue bar gained distance on the red bar. After a few seconds, the red bar came to a sudden halt. As the blue bar continued to grow, Andrew’s grip on my hand continued to tighten in elation.

In a matter of minutes, the counting was over. Andrew had won by hundreds of votes.

“There you have it, folks,” the commentator said. “Our Alpha King is, once again, Andrew Dubois.”

Andrew and I leapt from our seats. Popcorn flew everywhere. I flung myself at him, and he wrapped his arms around me in a bone-crushing embrace.

I laughed giddily as he spun me around.

“I knew you could do it!” I exclaimed.

“No, we did it!” he responded, placing me back on the ground. He cupped my face in both of his hands and ran his thumbs over my cheeks. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

I blushed and glanced downward.

“I almost destroyed your campaign.”

Andrew shook his head and chuckled.

“No more than I did myself.”

He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips.

“You gave your life and your psyche for my campaign. I could not have asked for a more perfect partner in this election or in life.”

I grinned and reached up to kiss him. He twined his fingers in my hair, pressing his lips against mine. Passion ignited between us.

He looped his arm under my legs and lifted me up. I yipped in surprise.

“Let’s take this celebration to the bedroom,” Andrew said, wiggling his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I giggled and kissed him deeply.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Andrew carried me to his private quarters, alternating between kissing me and watching out for servants, guards, and furniture. He barely made it past the sitting room and into his sleeping quarters before he threw me onto the bed, overcome by lust. His eyes never leaving me, Andrew cracked his neck.

“Undress,” he commanded, “now.”

I stood and did as he demanded. I kicked off my stilettos and slowly pulled down my dress. While Andrew licked his lips, I snapped my bra off and slipped out of my underwear.

Soon, I stood bare in front of Andrew’s hungry eyes.

“Lie down,” he said as he stripped himself of his three-piece suit.

I obeyed, stretching across his sheets like a feline.

Andrew growled as he examined me, like a predator looking over his prey.

“Delicious,” he rumbled, reaching down to take my breast in his mouth.

I moaned as he alternated between suckling and licking until my nipple stood proud. Then he kissed his way over to my other breast and gave it the same treatment. He nipped lightly at the mound, mixing in pain to heighten the pleasure.

He kissed and licked up to my neck, where he planted his lips and started sucking. I dug my nails into his back. I was certain that I left claw marks up his shoulder blades, but he never eased his attention.

Andrew rubbed his erect member against me, and I trembled. I dragged my nails along his back, silently begging him to enter me, but he continued to tease me. I pressed myself up against him, and he rubbed against me with more fervor, but still, he did not grant me release.

“Please,” I finally whispered.

He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned down at me.

“Please what?” he teased me, gyrating against me. His voice dropped to a deep, raspy tone. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please, enter me. Make me feel good, like only you can. Ravish me.”

Andrew ran his hand over my forehead, brushing my hair out of my face. Then he dove for my lips, capturing them with his own. As he plunged his tongue into my mouth, his member penetrated me.

I cried into his mouth, and a delicious warmth rolled through me. Again. And again.

• * *

The blue bar continued to stretch across the screen while the red bar remained frozen.

“There you have it, folks,” the commentator said. “Our Alpha King is, once again, Andrew Dubois.”

Bob crushed the beer can in his hand. It fell to the ground and joined the others surrounding his feet. He stood up and walked toward the fridge for another.

Lisa sat on the opposite end of the couch, nursing a diet soda. She watched Bob warily and contemplated if she should tell him to slow down on his drinking. She decided against it, not wishing to incur any of his wrath.

Bob plopped onto back onto the couch, a new beer in his hand. He cracked it open and swigged generously from it. Tired of the commentators’ banter, he grabbed the remote and shut off the TV.

“I’m sorry that you lost,” Lisa ventured, hoping that this comment would be safe enough to not set Bob off.

Bob waved his hand dismissively.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “I always have a contingency plan.”

“Oh?” Lisa asked. “What is it this time?”

Bob smiled slyly.

“The open seat on the Werewolf Council, of course.”

Lisa’s brows furrowed.

“My uncle’s seat?”

Bob nodded.

“The very same.”

“But…winning that won’t break up Crystal and Father…it won’t affect their relationship at all. Why would you want position?”

Bob’s eye twitched, then his face returned to normal.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then trust that I know best how to handle this situation.”

“But I don’t think—”

“No, you don’t, so just leave the thinking to me. Okay?”

Lisa recoiled, hurt by his words.

Bob glanced at her out of the side of his eyes and sighed. He set his beer down on the floor, moved across the couch, and wrapped Lisa up in his arms. Stroking her hair, he held her close.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I only want to understand your train of thought.”

Lisa buried her face in Bob’s chest.

“I know. I just need you to trust me, for now. Can you do that for me?”

Hesitantly, Lisa nodded.

“I trust you.”

Deep inside herself, Lisa added, “For now.”