Incentive 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Bambi

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Ekon drunkenly roared as I slammed the door shut to our bedroom at Alpha Vladimir’s House.

I was incensed.

How could an Alpha wolf nearly twice my age be so reckless as to get drunk in the middle of a diplomatic negotiation?

How could he be so stupid as to insult the man who could single-handedly save our people? And how could he not care that he had done any of it?

There he was, sprawled out on the bed, grumbling and belching like an ill-tempered pig.

Meanwhile, I was so embarrassed I could’ve died.

Literally, the most important eyes in the world were on me as I dragged Ekon out of the siren party.

As if we didn’t have enough problems shouldering the bad rap of werewolf-kind, now we had a reputation as sloppy inebriates.

My heart thumped with rage and anxiety as I slipped out of my bathing suit and into my pajamas.

I needed to calm down.

But I couldn’t. Not with Ekon still completely plastered.

I poured a glass of water from the bathroom sink and walked over to the bed.

“Here. Drink this,” I said, handing him the glass of water.

He groaned, disinclined to move from his reclining position.

I tried to prop him up, but his bulky body was too much for me to lift.

“Ekon. You need to sit up and drink this water.”

With a petulant groan, he raised his hand and smacked the glass from my hand, sending it shattering to the floor.

“What the actual hell is your problem?” I yelled.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do!” he slurred.

“Clearly I have to! You’re acting like a spoiled man-child!”

“Fuck off, Bambi,” he sighed and rolled over, turning his back to me.

“Oh no,” I sat on the bed and strained to turn him back towards me, “you’re not getting out of this by going to sleep!”

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? Fine, I’m fucking sorry! Now leave me alone, will you?” He turned over again.

I wasn’t about to take any more of this moody teenager shit from him. I climbed on top of him and spread my legs to lay him back flat on the bed.

“Now this is more like it,” he smirked lustily. His breath reeked of cheap whiskey.

I smacked his hands away as reached up to grope my breast.

“No,” I chided him, “You’re going to tell me right now! What happened? Why did you get drunk in front of Fakari?”

He groaned and flopped his arms on the bed.

“Well?” I prodded.

He mumbled something incoherently.

“What?”

“I said I didn’t want to hurt him!” he growled.

“Hurt him? What are you even talking about? You were supposed to be negotiating with him!”

A gloom fell over his face. And it wasn’t just booze blues.

“The minute I walked over to the fucker, he called me a murderer. All wolves, murderers. Said all this shit about not saving his people from the witches made us just as bad.”

I was taken aback. Ekon looked guilty.

That wasn’t a common sight. It kind of scared me.

“The more he said about wolves,” he continued. “The more I felt like I wanted to bash his fucking face in. So I took a few swigs. Thought it would calm me down.”

His eyes rolled laboriously back up to the ceiling, “Guess it didn’t work.”

I didn’t know what to say.

It made sense, the way he felt.

Ekon had given a lot of himself in that war.

He had shouldered the tragedies along with the triumphs.

It must be hard hearing himself condemned in the same breath as the very evils he fought to destroy.

“I… I didn’t… I’m sorry.”

Ekon lay silent, his eyes still fixed at the ceiling.

“It’s good that you wanted to control your temper. But… the drinking doesn’t seem to be the best way to do that,” I continued gently.

“Got any better suggestions?” he snarled.

My mind searched for an answer. There had to be some better way to tame Ekon’s ire…

The solution poked me in the leg as I sat there straddling him.

There was one way I knew to more positively channel my mate’s pent-up aggression.

As I felt his bulge between my legs grow, I saw the look in his eyes fade from frustration to raw lust.

I saw an opportunity to use his desire to help him.

With a long sigh, I began to grind my hips against Ekon’s groin, eliciting a few groans.

His strong chest swelled as his breathing grew heavier.

I leaned in and kissed him, playfully biting his bottom lip.

“You like how that feels?” I asked softly.

His fingers dug into my ass. That was a “Yes.”

As his hold got tighter, I started to thrust faster and faster.

He tried to slip my pajama shorts off, but I brushed his hands away.

I wasn’t letting him have the satisfaction he wanted.

His body tensed as my body stroked him forcefully through his fitted swim shorts.

“Every time you get mad…”

I thrust.

“Every time you want to lash out…”

I thrust again.

“…let your mind wander to this feeling…”

Another thrust. He was about to burst through his shorts.

“…the pressure building… the frustration rising…”

I began stroking my body against his furiously.

“…into one… blissful release…”

“Oh shit!” Ekon moaned.

His frenzied body thrust desperately up against my crotch as he orgasmed through his shorts.

“Is that a deal?” I whispered into his ear, wetly licking its ridge.

“Uh-huh…” With one last rapturous gasp, Ekon’s body fell limp against the bed.

He was dead asleep.

I rolled off of his body and lay next to him, caressing his hair.

Sex was always a surefire way to soothe this savage beast.

I only hoped that Ekon would truly try his best to redirect that poor temperament of his into healthier bodily pursuits.

Anything to get him off the bottle.

I’d bang him senseless every night if that would do it.

I felt bad for what had happened tonight. And granted, it wasn’t entirely his fault.

But his reaction had certainly done little to endear werewolves to anyone or advance our case for aid.

I only hoped that it wasn’t too late to rally help.

Devina

ARRRROOOO!

I leaped to my feet, hands at the ready to cast an agonizing death spell.

~Werewolves?! How did they make it here?~

My eyes vigilantly surveyed the dense thickets of tall grass around me.

It was daybreak. The balmy South American sun was just starting to rise over the Argentinean Pampas.

Every shadow might have been some stealthy wolf waiting to pounce me.

My muscles tensed as the patch of brush directly in front of me began to rustle.

Whatever it was, it was coming towards me.

A moment later, a sickly looking little fox poked his head out of the grass and looked at me.

I put down my hands and laughed. There was no way this emaciated little pup was going to harm me.

It stood there for a moment, just staring at me, droopy-eyed and flat-eared.

“Get on now!” I yelled, “You’ll get no hand-outs from me, you beggar!”

In a flash, the little fox was gone, back into the high grass.

Clearly, I had scared it more than it had me.

Just the way I liked it. Especially out here alone on the Argentinian grasslands.

But I wouldn’t be alone for long.

Soon, these plains would play host to the collective might of the continent’s most powerful covens.

My plan would be full in motion.

I looked down at my arm. A bright blue light beamed from the eyes of a snake tattoo. It was growing brighter by the minute.

At the same time, the light from the morning sun was fading around me.

I looked up at the sky.

It had been eclipsed by an ungodly flock of condors, circling devilishly above the plains.

The glow from the tattoo glowed out of control.

A smile spread across my face.

My witches had arrived.

Ekon

KNOCK KNOCK!

~Jesus Christ! Go the fuck away~

KNOCK KNOCK!

~Get the hell out of here!~

KNOCK KNOCK!

I wanted to scream at whoever was rapping at the door.

Every knock pounded like timpani in my head, rattling my brain.

“Alpha Ekon! Luna Bambi! It’s Leonardo! Open up! It’s urgent!”

Christ! What could be so urgent at this hour of the morning? Had they finally kicked us wolves out of the Supernatural Parliament?

That’d probably be the best-case scenario after what happened last night.

Admittedly, I couldn’t remember everything that had happened last night. But I recalled enough to know I had pretty much fucked our chances at getting any kind of help.

And the throbbing agony in my head reminded me exactly how I’d done it.

I felt Bambi roll out of bed next to me.

I hoped she was sending away the bearer of bad news to let me rest.

But I soon heard the door creak open. No such luck.

“Bambi!” Leonardo burst frantically through the door.

“Alpha Leonardo! What’s wrong?” Bambi asked.

“I don’t know how, but last night Alpha Vladimir and I were able to come to an aid agreement with Fakari!”

“What? Oh my god! That’s incredible!” Bambi laughed delightedly.

I threw my covers off and sat up.

“How the hell did you do that?” I asked.

“After a little… calming of the storm,” he hesitated, clearly trying not to trigger me, “we struck a deal. He consented to plead our case to the parliament if we help him with a matter of great concern to his people.”

I knew there had to be a catch.

“What’s that?” I asked skeptically.

Leonardo paused to poise himself. “A trifle really. Just a little off-the-record extradition.”

~Off-the-record extradition?~

Who did he think he was fooling?

“Okay, who do we have to break out of jail?”

He cleared his throat, “Do you remember the witch, Tyler?”

“Tyler!” I blurted, furious at his suggestion, “He wants us to break Devina’s protégé out of prison?!”