Knocked Up by His Werewolf Dom [Lone Wolf Pack 2] (6 page)

He half-expected his Dom—no, Andreas, he couldn't think of Andreas as his Dom anymore—to follow him, but no such thing happened. It should have relieved him, but it didn't. It just hurt him more, making him wonder why in the world Andreas had even approached him tonight, if there had been anything truthful about him at all.

Thankfully, the cab didn't take long in showing up. Jessie slid into the vehicle and directed the driver to his address. The trip seemed to take forever, and every single second, Jessie had the strange feeling he was being watched. He kept reliving his conversation with Andreas, wondering what else the other man had wanted to say, berating himself for being cruel, then cursing his stupidity and his soft heart. His rational side prodded him with more important problems, such as the consequences of the fact that he'd forgotten about protection. Andreas hadn't exactly said he didn't carry any STDs. Jesus.

He'd have to make an appointment to get tested. That much was clear. He didn't know if Andreas would contact him again, but it seemed obvious that this problem wouldn't just go away. Therefore, Jessie needed to warn his friend about what had happened. No, he couldn't possibly tell Gavin about this. It would just alarm him. The same thing went for Jessie's dad. The older man would probably panic and want to come home. Right now, Gavin needed him more than Jessie did.

By the time the cab stopped in front of his building, Jessie had already reached a decision. He paid the driver and rushed up the stairs and into his apartment. Immediately, he went for his cell phone.

Browsing through his lists of contacts, Jessie dialed the one other person whom he could trust. Saul answered the phone after only a few rings. "Hey, Jessie," he said in a whisper. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Jessie answered. "Are you alone? I really need to talk to you."

"Give me a minute." A shuffling at the other side of the connection told Jessie the other man was moving around. A few moments later, Saul said, "Okay. Shoot. What's up?"

Jessie didn't delay in replying. Ironically, in the past few weeks, he'd come to like Saul, and while he had no intentions of revealing the exact circumstances of his little meeting with Andreas, he was sure Saul would know what to do. "Someone's after Gavin," Jessie said. "I went out tonight, and I ran into a man who introduced himself as Andreas. He claimed he was investigating Gavin, and me."

Saul cursed. "Damn, I knew this would happen. Andreas, huh? What did this guy look like?"

Jessie described his lover as best he could while trying not to sound too enthusiastic about any of the Dom's attributes. "Okay, yeah, I know him," Saul said, "although only distantly. His… clan originates from Europe, and they're settled around Michigan. Anyway, listen closely. Andreas is nice enough, but his family really isn't. He's probably looking into whether we told you the details of my nature, and since we didn't, you should be safe. But just the same, the situation is risky for you. There's no telling how his clan would interpret just the fact that you know I'm not human."

Jessie had kind of understood that much from Andreas, but it hadn't really dawned on him until now, since he was still reeling from the emotional shock of it. "What do you suggest?"

"I'd love to ask you to come here, but for obvious reasons, we can't do that," Saul answered. "I'll call my brother. He owes me anyway, and he'll keep you safe. Don't worry, Jessie. We won't allow anything to happen to you."

Jessie forced himself to sound enthusiastic about that. "Thanks. Oh, and don't tell Dad. I know he'll worry, and he should be focusing on Gav right now."

"Jessie, he's your father and he loves you," Saul replied quietly. "I can't keep it from him."

Saul was probably right, but that didn't make Jessie feel any better about it. His dad would see straight through him and know that Andreas meant more to him that just some guy he'd run into. Hell, in all likelihood, Saul had realized it too, but probably didn't want to pry.

"All right," Jessie finally said. "Don't mention it for now. Let him sleep. I'll speak to him tomorrow, okay?" To change the topic and because he truly was worried about his friend, he inquired, "How's Gav?"

"Okay," Saul replied. "He gets upset easily and complains that he feels ugly and fat. Other times, he's really happy. But he hasn't been in any pain, so your dad said all signs point to a healthy pregnancy."

Jessie released a sigh of relief. Finally, some good news. "That's great. Okay, I'll let you go back to him then. Night."

"Good night, Jessie. I'll talk to Finn and I'll have him help you out."

Jessie ended the call and set the phone down. Suddenly, he felt completely drained. He plopped down onto the couch and curled into a miserable ball. God, how pathetic could he be? He wanted nothing more but to find Andreas and bury himself in the other man's embrace. A million questions whirled through his mind. What was Saul and Andreas's nature? Why had Andreas claimed there was something not-human about Jessie? And perhaps most importantly, would Jessie fall pregnant now too?

The thought freaked him out so much that he snapped out of his self-pity party. "Okay, Jessie.  You need to focus. Remember you still have a life and a job to go to in the morning. Just breathe, take one thing at a time, and you'll figure it out."

He ended up completing his task of grading the tests on the Scarlet Letter, which just gave him a headache he didn't need on top of everything else. The abysmal scores of his students didn't encourage him. Damn, one would have thought that teaching at a private high school meant dealing with teens more open to learning, but apparently not.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, since questioning his career choices was the last thing he needed. By this point, a new lesson plan was out of the question, and given that his students didn't even know the old material, it would have been irresponsible.

In the end, Jessie put together a plan for a new assignment, which left him with just enough time to shower and get dressed for the day. Skipping breakfast, he rushed to his car and hoped to God he wouldn't have any further surprises at the school.

****

It hurt. God, it hurt more than Andreas could have ever imagined, his wolf whining in distress, shying away from the memory of his mate's rejection.

For the longest time, Andreas just stared at the door, wanting nothing more than to follow his beautiful lover. He ached to bury his hands in Jessie's chocolate brown hair and feel its silkiness under his fingers as he claimed Jessie once again. He wanted to see affection replace the anger that had filled Jessie's emerald gaze. However, he could feel Jessie's emotions through their half-completed bond, and he realized all too well that Jessie needed space.

And so, he slid onto the floor, just lying there with his head in his hands, kicking himself over the way he'd approached the matter. That was where Erdi found him, what seemed to be hours later. "Hey, are you all right?" the silencer asked. "I saw your mate leave earlier."

Andreas gritted his teeth, trying, but failing to suppress his anger and frustration. "I tried to explain, but he wouldn't let me."

"Well, can you really blame him?" Erdi asked. "I mean, he's human. Even if he does know something about the paranormal world, he's bound to be wary of it." He took Andreas's arm and pulled him up. "Come on, snap out of it. This isn't the time to fall into a funk. Your mate is upset. So get out there and fix it, and remember what I told you earlier."

Just like that, Andreas managed to shake out of his trance. Erdi was right. He couldn't succumb to his wolf's desperation. As much as it had hurt to hear Jessie say those words, it didn't mean he'd lost Jessie for good. Furthermore, they needed each other if they were going to survive this. Jessie needed him. That was what mattered.

Mustering his composure, Andreas finished dressing, a plan already firm in his mind. He nodded at Erdi, acknowledging the silencer's help. "I do owe you for this," he said. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," the other wolf replied. "Now go and stop staring at me. You'll ruin my rep."

Andreas went. He had a meeting to attend and a mate to coax into obedience. And moon be blessed, he certainly looked forward to the latter.

He briefly dropped by his hotel, knowing that he was likely being watched, but acting like he didn't have anything to hide. His skin itched with impatience, his wolf pacing with the need to reunite with his mate. Even so, he didn't fall into the trap of going to stalk Jessie.

Taking a shower seemed like a good idea, as stalling techniques went, but of course, once he was inside the cubicle, his cock immediately proceeded to demand some attention. Andreas stared down at the weeping member and resigned himself to the unavoidable.

As hot water flowed over him, he reached for his dick and started to move his hand up and down the shaft. He closed his eyes, imagining his mate there with him. It was so easy to summon the memory of Jessie, as he had been a few hours earlier, on his knees in front of Andreas. He'd taken Andreas's cock deeply in his mouth, sucking it greedily, and fuck, it had felt better than anything Andreas had ever experienced before.

Even now, Jessie showed such enjoyment of it, licking Andreas's cock from head to tip, swirling his tongue over the glans and moaning when he tasted Andreas's precum. His slender fingers reached down to cup Andreas's balls, and Andreas made a mental note to spank Jessie later on. He'd told Jessie to keep his hands out of it, hadn't he?

Not that it mattered anymore. Nothing did, except the hot, wet torture of Jessie's mouth, the simple carnality of the moment. Andreas buried his fingers into Jessie's soft chocolate brown hair and started to fuck his mate's mouth, taking his pleasure, seeking the orgasm that was already impossibly close.

It was all over with embarrassing speed. Jessie just had to look up at him with his big, green eyes, and Andreas fell over the edge. He came, his body going rigid as his cock spurted jets after jets of hot spunk into Jessie's mouth.

Only... Jessie wasn't there, not really. Andreas simply climaxed all over his fist, the vision he himself had summoned disappearing into the steam of the shower. The pleasure faded and turned into a feeling of empty loneliness. His mate wasn't here with him, and by rights, he might never allow Andreas to touch him again.

But no, Andreas refused to resign himself to that. He'd just talk to Jessie and explain the circumstances. Finding refuge in that decision, Andreas finished showering in quick efficient motions. He exited the cubicle just in time to hear his cell phone ring in the bedroom.

For a few moments, he dared to hope that the caller could be Jessie, but reason reminded him Jessie didn't even know his phone number. There was only one person who could be calling Andreas now. His guess was confirmed seconds later when Andreas retrieved his cell phone and stared at the screen. His Alpha. Damn it.

With a mental sigh, Andreas plopped down on the bed and took the call. "Good morning, Alpha," he said.

Wendel Adler didn't even bother to make a comment on the early hour, not that Andreas expected him to. "How are things going, Andreas?" the other werewolf asked. "Have you made any progress?"

"I'm due to meet with the target soon, Alpha," Andreas reminded him. Technically speaking, it was true. Never mind that he'd already met, and had sex with Jessie tonight. Wendel didn't need to know that, and hopefully, he'd never find out.

"I see," Wendel replied. "What about the preliminary investigation? Any news on Gavin Price and Saul Simmons?"

Distantly, Andreas wondered why in the world the man had called him at six in the morning to ask about things Andreas would have reported anyway. "Nothing, Sir," he replied. "They seem to have disappeared."

The Alpha hummed thoughtfully. "Well, try to learn their whereabouts. And keep me posted. I want a progress report from you as soon as you've found out anything relevant. If the human shows any sign of knowing of our kind, just leave it to the silencers."

"Of course, Alpha," Andreas replied. Thank fuck the silencer meant to handle the matter was Erdi. Whatever the man's reasons, he clearly didn't want to harm Jessie, so for the moment, Andreas didn't have to hunt him down and cause a bigger mess.

"Oh, and be very careful," Wendel said. "I understand the Simmons pack is quite unstable right now," his so-called leader warned him.

Did the man even realize that Andreas could hear the barely concealed satisfaction in his voice? Probably not, or if he did, he must be covering all his bases, preparing for the moment when he'd claim Alpha Simmons had attacked him.

Well, Andreas had too much to live for. If he could help it, he refused to play along with Wendel's game. "I understand," he said simply.

The conversation ended on that less-than-positive note. It seemed clearer than ever that Wendel had plans for Dean Simmons's territory. Right now, Andreas's main concern was Jessie. How could he keep Jessie out of a potential pack dispute? How could he be sure that, when Andreas's world was crumbling around him, Jessie would stay safe? He didn't know, and that scared him.

Chapter Four

"Remember to send me your essays by next Friday. And if I catch you using Spark Notes or Wikipedia, your parents will hear from me."

The students grumbled, but gathered their books without too much protest. Perhaps they realized Jessie was giving them a chance to up their grades, and all for their benefit.

As the teens left the room, Jessie wiped the whiteboard, readying himself for his next class. Predictably, his mind wandered to his predicament, and especially to Andreas. He couldn't help but remember how good it had felt to take Andreas's dick inside him. His own cock hardened in his slacks, and he took a deep breath, trying to get his libido under control. Jesus, what was wrong with him? He had so many problems, largely connected to Andreas, and still, he couldn't help but lust for the Dom? He must have lost his mind.

The sound of a cleared throat snapped him out of his furious scrubbing of the already clean whiteboard. Jessie abandoned his task, somewhat thankful for any distraction. He found the principal of the high school, Valentine Smythe, standing in the doorway.