Trigger Warning: This part contains dubious consent.

Rolling to my feet, I stumbled over to the bed and slid under the warm black comforter. The darkness of the room coaxed me to sleep which was filled with erotic dreams.

Of Ryker.

Of Wes. 

Of both. 

In fear of waking the house up with the highly inappropriate moans that I'm sure escaped my mouth in my slumber, I forced myself to wake up. The clock on the end table read four in the morning. Perspiration coated my skin causing my shirt and shorts to stick to it. 

What the hell was going through my mind? I've never been the one interested in a  menage a trois but now I couldn't stop thinking about it. Ryker's hands, Wesley's lips, they were heaven. 

A glass of water will cool me down, and then maybe I can get some sleep. I needed it.

I slid out of bed and unlocked the door, quietly slipping out and down the hall to the kitchen. There was a faint glow from the bay window by the moon which shined overhead. It was a beautiful sight that I couldn't help but stop to admire.

"What are you doing up so late?" a deep voice questioned.

I jumped nearly six feet in the air letting out a small yelp. Wes smirked at me, leaning against the counter. His ochre eyes glowed in the darkness which to anyone would seem slightly eerie. Is it strange that I find it sexy?

"I could say the same about you," I panted trying to easing my pounding heart. The guy scared the crap out of me! Who the heck sneaks up on people at four in the morning?

"I could sense you when you woke up, I figured you'd want some company." I could see it in his eyes, the beast just beneath the surface. I gave him a level look and backed up slightly. His eyes instantly fell to my movement and he smiled.

Before I could even register the fact that he moved, he was right there, in front of me. 

"You're afraid," he mused. 

"I'm not afraid. I'm being cautious. Weres are dangerous when their beasts take over. Blood thirsty, and I'm not looking to be your next meal," I explained gently but not after taking another step back.

"You're planning to die anyway, so what does it matter?" 

"I plan to die after I find Ryker," I corrected which was probably the dumbest thing I ever could have done in this situation. Wesley's jaw ticked and suddenly I was being slammed into the refrigerator with his lips so close to mine. 

"You don't need Ryker, you just need me."

"I love him," I protested. 

"Just as you will love me. Ryker can't touch you, can't pleasure you, but I can." Wesley's grin widened revealing two long and sharp fangs. 

"I won't if you hurt me."

I've got to keep him calm, if he shifts, then I'm done for. I'll be dead before a scream even leaves my mouth, then he'll go and devour Ezra. I need to be calm and to calm him down. 

"Wes, please don't do this," I begged taking the submissive approach, quivering in his arms.

This confused him, "I haven't done anything yet."

"But you're scaring me."

"That fear can easily be turned into lust," he chuckled lifting me up until I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. The bulge between his legs explained to me why he was so carnal.

"I don't want this."

"Yes you do, I can tell." As if to further his claim, his hands slid behind me and beneath the shorts to cup my bare behind. They were so warm on my skin and rough. "Noah, look at me."

I felt compelled to listen to his order and so I did, looking straight into his glowing yellow eyes, melting like putty, just like when I was with Ryker. The front of my shorts began to tighten, pressing my erection to his. The friction was so delicious, moans ripped its way from my throat and graced his sensitive ears.

"You want this," he repeated, rocking his hips against my pelvis in sensual motions. I gripped his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin. It felt so good, words would not form on my tongue. How could they?

I was lost in the pleasure of passion. Faster and faster the motions grew. Harder and rougher until my back painfully slammed into the refrigerator door vigorously. And that was just enough on its own, to bring me. In the height of glory, I released all of my desire sagging against him when I finished riding my high. 

"Get some rest," he whispered, dropping me to the floor and leaving me there.

Was a simple release the key to splitting my loyalty to Ryker?

I can't live like this. I can't continue believing that the things around me aren't happening. 

It's time I face reality.