Chapter 3
The wolf shifter club was just as seedy as Deporta Enoch had always made it out to be. It was clean, however, and everybody was keeping to themselves. The people he had referred to as beasts, at least knew how to handle their liquor.
I had no issue recognizing the man who had portrayed the spirit of rebellion on the DickFang site. He was lingering in the corner, his dark eyes dangerously staring at the floor. For some reason, even though he was really fairly handsome, nobody was making an effort to converse with him. Possibly they were afraid of him. For whatever reason, I was the sole person who was seemingly courageous enough to approach him.
"There you are," the man growled, gripping me firmly by the arm. He pulled me along behind him, dragging me out into the alley.
"Hi," I said, unsure of what to say to a man like this. Clearly, we were opposites and had nothing in common. However, I was a decent guy at heart and wanted to connect with the man. "My name's –"
"Shut up and kiss me," the shifter said, throwing himself into my personal space. We kissed, but it was not the tight, intimate thrill that I had been hoping for. Rather, I was trying to struggle to push away for air, or maybe for some space from the man. It was a bit too scary to be sexy.
I yelped as the man's strong hands groped me crudely. I tried to shout for help, but the man's mouth was fastened firmly over mine, and there was no getting a word out. Finally, I was able to squirm free.
"Stop it!" I panted.
The shifter's face twisted in a rage, and his black eyes blazed into mine.
"What do you mean stop it?" he snarled. "You're the one who phoned me, remember? Or were you just being a cock tease? I fucking hate little cock teases!"
I screamed in fear as the shifter advanced on me, his hands ready to wrap around my throat.
"I'm gonna get what I damn well came here for, you little twink. You think I don't know this is all a game for you? Dress up a bit and think you can roll with the big boys?"
I winced as the man got angry, his eyes blazing with a feral light and changing from the dark brown they had been to begin with to a deep, void-like black. The man snarled as he grabbed me by the shoulders. I flinched, bracing myself for a world of pain.
Suddenly, I was being pulled away from the man by the back of my shirt.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You leave that boy alone!"
Between me and the attacker stood an older man, his salt and pepper hair glinting silver in the moonlight. The man had his hands on his hips, his muscular arms flexed and ready to battle.
"But the fuckin twink led me on, Charles!"
It's alright, Williams. Maybe his way is not the same as yours and that's okay. Isn't it? Remember what we said before."
The fuming wolf shifter seemed to deflate, and my heart finally began to slow down its wild racing.
"Why don't you go on in and have a brew. Tell them to put it on my tab. Sometimes things just don't work out with people, right? It's for the best if we only do what both people agree with and everyone's allowed to change their minds. Go on then. Get yourself the good stuff."
"I'd be cradle-robbing you anyway, twink. Still in diapers? That omega bitch doesn't need a daddy."
"Alright, just go get your beer."
"I'll take care of you later," Williams threatened, and reluctantly turned to go back inside the bar.