Chapter 31 The Brat in Apartment 315

Chapter 31 The Brat in Apartment 315
Nathan

I got out of there fast.

Not even going to pretend otherwise.

Between Sienna’s scent going absolutely nuclear and Roman looking like he was hanging on by a thread—yeah, I made myself scarce real quick.

The drive to Manhatten helped. The deli run was easy. Grabbed the meat, sides, drinks—everything we needed for the barbeque.

I loaded the last bag into the car. Kept busy. Kept moving. Because the second I slowed down? My brain went right back to her. Sienna.

How her scent had flooded the room,turning the air thick with unintended temptation. My body was coiled tight like a spring, cock already half-hard and straining against my jeans.

As a werewolf, my sense of smell was heightened, and as an unmated male, it had even more impact. I was more than glad to be outta there, it was just wrong to be turned on by my brother's mate.

I wondered how Roman was coping. I stifled a laugh, he was probably in hell with blue balls stuck in close proximity to her. Yep...he must losing his damn mind right now.”

I slid into the driver’s seat and pulled out, heading toward Mei’s place.
That was my next mission. Pick up her bestie. Get back. Simple.

Except—of course—it wasn’t.

I pulled up outside her apartment building right on time. Traffic moved, people passed. I checked the clock. Five minutes past the scheduled time.

I gripped the steering wheel of the black SUV, knuckles whitening as I idled waiting on the curb in the bustling heart of lower Manhattan.

The day was sweltering, the kind that made everything stick and irritate, and my patience was already running thin.

Then ten minutes went by. Still no sign of her. I tried calling. Nothing. No answer. Tried again. Still nothing. “Unbelievable,” I muttered, shoving the door open.

I slammed it harder than necessary and headed inside, taking the stairs two at a time until I reached her unit.

Knocked. No answer. Knocked again. Louder. “Mei!” Finally—The door swung open. And just like that, my irritation spiked straight into something else entirely.

Mei stood there, towel-drying her dark hair, wearing nothing but a skimpy silk gown that clung to her damp skin like a second layer.

I gulped....hard. The fabric was sheer, outlining every curve - full breasts straining the ties, hips flaring out temptingly, and long legs that went on forever.

Her chocolate eyes flashed with irritation as she took me in—a slow sweep from head to toe, completely brazen of her once over.

Her breath hitched, small pink tongue swiping her bottom lip. Yeah, the madam liked what she saw and my cock already at half mast gave an interested twitch.

"You're early," she snapped, crossing her arms under her chest, which only pushed her tits up higher. "Or am I late? Whatever. Give me five minutes."

My jaw clenched, my wolf already agitated urged me to give us both what we needed..." Just bend her over right there." he growled.

She flowered at me, tapping her foot. The attitude poured off her like the pheromones that had me riled up. I imagined flipping up that gown, spanking her pert ass until it glowed red, watching the sass drain out of her as she begged for more.

"Five minutes? Lady, I've got a long drive ahead and a BBQ to prep. You look ready to me—half-naked and mouthy." I said rough and low...my want leaking through.

Mei smirked, leaning against the doorframe, the gown slipping open just enough to tease the shadow between her thighs.

She ran her eyes over me again, pausing at my crotch. "Mouthy? That's rich coming from a guy who shows up looking like he just crawled out of a gym ad for steroids. What, you think flexing will make me hurry?"

I stepped closer, invading her space, inhaling her scent—fresh soap and something floral that made my cock twitch. "Maybe I think a good smack on that attitude would. Now get your ass dressed before I drag you out as is."

She laughed, a throaty sound that sent heat straight to his groin. "Drag me? You'd like that, wouldn't you, big boy? Fine, wait in the car. And try not to pop a vein." She slammed the door, but not before I caught the flush on her cheeks.

I stood there for a full second. Processing. “…Did she just—” Nero rolled his eyes..."Dumb fucker...told you how to handle that brat."

Yeah, it was going to be a long drive, and Mei...she was trouble with a capital T. So why did I have a grin on my face as I made my way back down to the car?

Ten minutes later—because of course she took ten—she slid into the passenger seat, now in a sundress that hugged her body like sin, the hem riding up her thighs.

Her scent filled the car and my arousal went up a notch. I shifted in my seat then started the car. I steered out into traffic, the city horns blaring around us as we headed toward the bridge.

The silence lasted all of two blocks. Mei fiddled with the radio, landing on some pop station. "So, you're Roman's cousin? The one who does... what, exactly? Bodyguard? Bouncer?" she asked sassily.

"Something like that," I grunted back, eyes on the road, but my mind on how her dress dipped at the neckline, offering glimpses of a lace bra. "And you're Sienna's friend who can't tell time. What's your excuse for making me wait? Jerking off your ego?"

She turned, eyes narrowing playfully. "Ego? Please. I was making sure I looked fuckable. Unlike some people who roll up smelling like sweat and entitlement. You always this charming, or is it just for me?"

Nero was having a field day in my head. "You going to let this human talk to us like that? Fill that sassy mouth with our cock and show her just how 'charming' we can be." he goaded.

My grip tightened on the wheel, a smirk tugging my lips. Her scent was intoxicating up close, mixing with the city's grit. "Charming? Baby, if I turned it on, you'd be melting. But yeah, just for you. That gown earlier? Hiding nothing. Ass like that deserves a proper introduction."

Mei shifted, crossing her legs, but I caught the way her thighs rubbed together, the way her womanly musk suddenly flooded the air. "Introduction? To what, your overinflated muscles? Bet you flex in the mirror every morning, dreaming of girls who actually care." she bit back.

"Dreaming? Nah, I make them scream. You? You'd probably run at the first sight of a real man." My voice dropped, rough with my wolf's rising need, trying to keep a leash on him.

She leaned over the console, dress straining against those tits, her breath warm on my arm. "Real man? Honey, I've seen enough limp-dicked posers to know the difference. Small penises and big egos go hand in hand."

That did it. The insult hit like a spark to dry tinder. Nero's eyes flashed gold for a split second—growl ripping through my skull. I snapped.

I swerved...hard. Pulled the car over into a secluded spot, gravel crunching under the tires. The spot was hidden by trees, the city noise fading to a distant hum. I killed the engine