C1 Man stealing sl*t

"Oh...harder...ohhh!"

The girl moaned, bent on all fours under him as Stephen sped up his pace. He'd slept with her before but for the life of him, the beta to the dark phoenix pack couldn't remember her name. Susan? Clara?

"Oh Stephen!" Clara threw her head back, vibrant red hair falling down her bale back like molten fire as she came and Stephen found his release soon after.

He rolled onto his back, completely spent as Susan circled into his side. Stephen peeped an eye open to look at her.

"You know the rule gorgeous." His voice was smooth. He'd done this multiple times. "You gotta get going soon."

Because Stephen never let a girl spend the night. Letting them stay led to things like cuddling, pillow talks and breakfast. It led to a form of socializing he definitely didn't want to partake in with a nameless stranger. Plus, he didn't want to give any girl the wrong idea that maybe he wanted more than sex. No. Stephen was perfectly happy to remain blissfully single at least until he found his mate. Commitment was unavoidable once that happened but until then, Stephen wanted to enjoy women.

The girl leaning into his side let her lip brush across his bare chest.

"Come on, handsome." She let her hands trail down his torso in an attempt to coax him into another round. It wasn't working. "We could–" She began to purr suggestively against him only to be interrupted by someone knocking on his bedroom door.

Stephen lifted his head startled at the incessant pounding. Who could it be at this time?

Grumbling, inwardly and not paying too much attention to Clara who had her eyes trained on him, he shrugged into his pants as the knocking got louder.

He finally picked up the faint traces of strawberries once his sex-addled brain had gotten time to come to grips with his surroundings.

He sighed, opening the door to look at his childhood friend and pack warrior, Kara. Her brown hair was in it's severe bun, piled atop her head and held in place with an inordinate amount of black clips.

"What are you –" and then it dawned on him. "Oh shit!"

He'd completely forgotten about patrols tonight.

"Why even bother getting dressed Stephen?" Kara said mockingly. He was going to have to shift into his wolf for patrols anyway, and it was clearly evident in his home that he'd been naked only moments before.

She was now amused. She'd been waiting for him for the last 40 minutes outside his cabin to start their patrols, she'd known the moment she entered his home that he'd basically blown off his duties to screw some random girl.

"I knew it!" Clara screamed from behind Stephen, clutching her purse angrily. Apparently she'd finally gotten dressed. "You only want me gone so you can screw someone else!"

Clara pointed accusingly at Kara.

Kara simply raised an eyebrow an incredulous eyebrow and looked at Stephen.

"She's a smart one all right." Kara commented dryly, shaking her head.

Stephen shrugged, it wasn't like he'd been interested in her IQ at the time.

"He's all yours you-you-" the redhead spluttered incoherently before spitting out the word. "–man stealing slut!"

Stephen's usually smiling caramel eyes became positively lethal as they darkened and went to rest on the girl who'd just been in his bed. No one insulted Kara like that. At least not on his watch.

"I think it's time for you to leave Clara." His voice was low, almost a feral hiss. Anger evident over his friend being insulted.

"My name is Cassidy." She gave him a withering glare as Kara burst out into a peal of laughter.

Red-faced, Cassidy brush by them as Kara jeered after her.

"I may be a slut but at least he knows my name!" And then the petite warrior doubled over in laughter as the resounding slam of the front door of Stephen's canin echoed throughout the house.

Stephen merely crossed his arms and looked down at the 5ft 3 in her baggy shirt and sweats. She'd just cost him one of the better ones. There was no way Casey, or whatever her name was, was going to come back again. Pity she'd had a nice ass, and she didn't mind if he was a little rough with her.

"How did you even get in here?" Stephen finally asked as Kara flicked away tears from her thick fringe of lashes.

They were definitely one of her most discerning features. Stephen had recognised early on that Kara had eyelashes that could probably store rain water in them if they tried. They framed a nice pair of startling grey which definitely gave off a softer edge and contrast to the harsh set of her mouth and defined cheekbones.

Kara always found anything that made her look soft an utter inconvenience. She was a warrior and a fierce one too. Looking feminine was the last thing she wanted when her main aim was to take over as beta of the pack one day. Stephen was the beta, but he didn't feel at all threatened by Kara's determination. For one, he knew he was stronger than she. Second, it kept him on his toes.

"You always keep a spare key in the potted plants by the door." Kara claimed dismissively. "Now come on big guy. I know you find patrols a huge inconvenience considering you probably had better things going on tonight –" her gaze flitted meaningfully towards his rumpled bed before going to meet Stephen again. "–but alpha Xander assigned us on night patrols for the perimeter near your house. Let's get started, we're already late."

Stephen followed Kara outside, realising he'd definitely made an irresponsible move tonight. But he'd completely lost track of time.

Luna Lilliana had given him a time travel device that a witch had uncovered. Luna Lilliana had the ability to converse with the pack ancestors that had passed on. They had directed her to have the artefact hidden away.

Stephen could understand why. Even alpha Xander, Stephen's brother older by one year, had been tempted to use the device to go back in time. He'd wanted to try changing things, to try fix his mistakes. He'd made a lot of them, especially when it comes to Lilliana. Alpha Xander had tried to fight the mate pull when it comes to Lilliana, completely intent on making his girlfriend his Luna. But somewhere along the way, he fell hard for Lilliana and regretted fighting the mate pull for so long.

But Lilliana had been adamant that the past was meant to stay the past, that no man should be allowed to tamper with things. And she'd stated that the future was meant to stay unknown for a reason.

Stephen agreed to an extent. As he ran through the woods with Kara by his side, scenting the edge of their territory most susceptible to intrusions, Stephen knew that part of the beauty of life was being able to live in the moment. So he'd taken on the task, venturing out today to go buy a map to figure out the best place to hide the damn thing.

That's when he'd run into Cassidy. She was part of the neighbouring silver creek pack which Stephen's younger brother was Alpha of. Stephen and her had slept together a few times before and Cassidy came to him. Deciding that it'd be a good way to take the edge off, he'd ended up losing track of time.

But now as he ran around in his wolf form, he couldn't help but think, there really had to be more to life than this parade of random nameless girls. Werewolves usually found their mates once they were 16 and changed for the first time. Sometimes it meant your mate had died or that your true mate had taken on a chosen mate severing the true mate bond. But Stephen was only 19, turning 20 in another month. There was still time to find his mate.

Stephen playfully nipped at Kara in his wolf form, she growled back, wagging her tail playfully.

The next thing Stephen knew was that he was being pounced on by Kara's wolf. Truth be told, he'd been the one to request night patrols specifically with Kara. Xander had been about to place him with Olivia, but Stephen knew they wouldn't get much done. Olivia only wanted one thing from him, and it involved her on the back with him on top.

If you wanted something done right, you went to Kara. She was a fierce warrior and fun to be around. She was his friend and he enjoyed her company. Things with her were so easy and natural. She was one of the guys, part of the upper ranked warriors and someone he'd known since he was in diapers.

So it was no surprised when come dawn, signaling the end of the night patrol, Stephen invited her over to his place for breakfast. They flipped a coin to see who was going to get stuck cooking and Stephen lost.

"Think you can make me some pancakes without burning your house down?" Kara teased as he slung a friendly arm over her shoulder.

"Not likely." Stephen replied flatly. "But I make a mean pair of waffles a’ la toaster oven!"

Kara laughed at his awful joke and the two comrade entered the three bedroom cabin Stephen had built with his own hands after graduating highschool.