Carter Jafir, three words represent him. Hot. Fucking. Stuff. Everyone loves him. He is the charismatic man everyone wants. He walks into a room and demands attention. A Lycan born from werewolves, one of the rarest combinations.
But don't be fooled, his father is Dieter. So he was raised with a level of ruthlessness. He got his father's violence, but his Dad's personality.
Even through the trial and tribulations he's faced, he still came out a better man. Though on the inside, he is hurting, and afraid. But he is unable to even admit it to himself yet.
Because of this, Carter is in no way ready to settle down. The thought of it made him sick. There were too many women in the world, how could one satisfy his needs? Especially at the young age of 23. Plus settling down means opening up his heart. Something that he promised himself he'd never do again.
He gets along with everyone...well almost everyone. There is one man...one tiger, that irks his nerves like no other. He presses every single button he has. That makes him question his sexuality and that man is Sloan Mickaya.
Sloan Mickaya is a Tiger shifter. One of the rarest shifters known. He knows it, and everyone else knows it. And because of that, he draws attention wherever he goes. He towers of werewolves and lycans, and in strength. Many are intimated because of the dominance that exudes from him.
Men and women throw themselves at him, but he ignores them. For there's only ever been one person on his mind.
One person stole his heart.
And he doesn't want it back.
Carter's POV
Sex.
Literally, nothing is better than that.
Sex is good for a multitude of reasons and I'll list them.
1. You get your rocks off.
2. You are wrapped up in a ball of pleasure.
3. You become numb to the outside world.
Sex is like therapy. Though my therapist would say otherwise. But I personally think it is. Whenever I am feeling things I don't want to feel I always have the option to hit up a girl and fuck her until I feel better.
And I will say, nothing is better than fucking a girl while you're angry. Talk about the best orgasm of your life.
And not to get all deep and shit but sex...well sex is the only time I feel like I am desired in this life. So of course I'm going to go where the love is. And the love is in a different woman's bed every night.
Like now.
I slid in and out of her with ease. Her wetness dripped down her legs as I pounded in between her. Her loud moans filled the air as my dick filled her pussy.
She leaned forward and bit down on my shoulder to quiet herself but Samantha was never fucking quiet.
"Fuck, Carter." I loved when they yelled my name. It made it personal, it reminded them that I was the one giving them this immense amount of pleasure and no one else could give them what I do.
My dick was fucking magic. I knew that. She knew that. That's why she always came back for me. Her nails and claws dug into my back, drawing blood. I hissed at the sting but I welcomed that shit. It felt fucking good.
"Harder." She breathed into my ear and I obliged.
I was thankful to the goddess for making me a Lycan and giving me this unnatural strength. Most wolves couldn't take me, but Samantha could. She always could.
I never talked during sex, I never made any noise except for hard pants and an occasional gasp. The girls I slept with took it as a challenge. They pulled out every trick in the book but it never worked. Never enough to get a noise out of me.
Seconds later I felt my release and with one last powerful thrust, I let myself go in the condom while still inside her. But I kept moving until I felt her pussy clench and twitch around me, and her claws dig further into my back. She let out a loud howl as she reached her orgasm and a prideful smile sat on my face.
I pulled out quickly and laid down right beside her. She was still shaking and I lay and watched as she finished.
Her blonde hair was strewn all over her face, and sweat beads on her forehead. She had that post-orgasm glow.
We stayed silent for just a moment, our breathing heavy and loud. She looked over at me, with a look in her eyes that she wanted to cuddle. But I didn't do that. I don't fucking cuddle. Not because I don't want to but fucking Tatty HATES it when they stay longer than they are supposed to.
'Yeah, blame it on me. Like you're the one that doesn't have commitment issues.' I rolled my eyes at his comment, groaning as I sat up and began to get dressed.
'Who wants commitment anyways Tatty? We are lone wolves. forever meant to dick down women and leave them screaming. It's our calling.'
'Sure, whatever.'
'Oh come on Tatty. You know you like to indulge.'
'You're annoying the hell out of me.'
Samantha leaned on her arm as she watched me get dressed. I walked around her room trying to find the rest of my clothes.
"On the chair babe," Samantha said pointing to the corner of the room. My shirt and sweats. I ran over and threw my clothes on and I turned to see her still lying naked staring at me.
"That was good." She smiled, as her blue eyes dragged over my body with burning lust. But post-nut clarity is a bitch. Her face wasn't as appealing as it was thirty minutes before. But this happened every time. I was used to it.
"Yeah, it was." I gave her my signature smirk as I took my phone from the dresser and looked at the twenty unread messages, many from the girls in my rotation, but three of them from my younger brother, one from my baby sister. A few from my Aunts Rena and Danielle, and tUK. And one from my...fuck.
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Papa D:
Where are you? We are supposed to be leaving.
OH FUCK. I quickly check the time and it was 3:30. We were supposed to be leaving for Uncle Koa's territory...right now. And I haven't even packed my shit.
"I got to go. My pops is going to kill me." I ran out of the room before Samantha could say anything. Zooming through her place. Thankfully none of her family was there.
I jumped in my car and drove as fast as I could until I was in front of our giant house. And as I pulled up and got closer my heart dropped into my stomach.
My family was already standing outside. Waiting for me. I get out of the car slowly as they all stared at me. Pops with his usual stone-cold look of showing no emotions. And my dad...fuck. My dad.
"Carter, where have you been." My dad crossed his arms and his green eyes that matched mine stared deep into my soul.
"I lost track of time. I'm sorry." I told him truthfully as I walked closer to him. He turned his nose up to smell me and I immediately cringed.
"You smell disgusting. Go clean yourself. Pack for the week, and then meet us in the car. You have fifteen minutes." He walked past me without giving me a second look.
I hated disappointing him. It was the worst possible thing I could do. Especially when their prais was rarely given. More like never given. I've learned over the years its better to have thier silence then their anger.
I looked over to pops and he just motioned his head toward the door and walked away. Leaving me to face the wraith of my wonderful, loving siblings.
"You're stupid," Addison said as she put her long black hair into a bun. Her hazel eyes intimidating as fuck. She took after Pops, literally his twin. And she was a daddy fucking girl.
"You smell like cum. You could have at least cleaned yourself before you came." My brother Sean mentioned. He looked just like our Dad. Therefore he looked just like me. Except he way less brown.
"Someone jealous?" I teased as I walked past him. He was four years younger than me, and Addison was a year younger than him. Sean growled and rolled his eyes and I knew I won that round. Sean was a stuck up prick. We never got along. And I never tried to with him either.
When he was born he ruined everything and made the relationship between my dads so much worse. Then Addi came and I thought maybe I'd have a sibling that I got along with, and I did. Addi and I are more cordial and she's great at keeping the peace. But her and Sean are two peas in a pod.
I couldn't help but feel somewhat jealous.
I did as told once I was in the house. I showered quickly and threw a bunch of random shit into a suitcase and was outside in ten minutes. I was pretty proud of myself. I threw my shit in the car and got in the back seat. Dad and Pops were driving themselves, which I was thankful for. But because I took so long I couldn't drive, which irked me. I liked having control behind the wheel. Plus I don't trust Sean enough to not try and kill me.
"Don't crash, Sean." I said as I buckled my seatbelt. He rolled his eyes at my comment, and it was pissing me off he wasn't entertaining me back.
"Dad wanted me to tell you to keep your attitude in check this week." Addison spoke as I pulled my phone out and started texting the girls back and to tell Ezra we were on our way.
"Why would I have an attitude?" Silence fell between them and I looked at them as they stared at each other. They were doing that stupid thing where they talk with their eyes.
"They didn't tell him?" Addison whispered to Sean and he just shrugged and looked at me through the rearview mirror but only for a moment so he could focus on the road.
"Tell me what?" I looked between the two as the silence grew. Waiting for one of them to open their fucking mouths.
"Sloan is back. That's why we are going." Addi said. Her voice soft and held some sort of sympathy towards me.
That name. That fucking name drives me crazy in the worst ways. I felt my blood begin to boil, and I wanted nothing more than to jump out of the car and go home. But I couldn't.
Why is that Carter?
Oh, I'm glad you asked.
First off, he is a tiger shifter. THE FUCK? He of course had to go and one-up me when he was born. I was born of two werewolves and I ended up being a lycan, but everyone stopped caring when Sloan was born because he was a fucking tiger. The strongest shifter ever.
Then on top of that, he takes all the attention. Everyone loves him and I don't know why. He is the most aggravating, and prideful man I had ever met.
Not only that...but I was attracted to the motherfucker for reasons unknown. I had never been attracted to a man in my life, and still am now. It's just his stupid face. It irked me and made me want to punch and kiss him at the same time.
Goddess I hated him.
He also had this stupid way of making me feel safe. And that's what was worse. Because if I knew one thing, it was that the moment you feel safe shit hits the fan. So I'd rather be on edge all the time than get comfortable. So I try my best to stay away from him.
But I couldn't help the fact that I got slightly excited to see him. It had been two years since I had seen him. Not because we didn't visit Uncle Koa, I saw that man all the time, but because apparently Tigers have to do this thing called 'graze'.
Where they go on their own, meet other tigers, and learn how to be a tiger shifter. Because it's apparently so much different. See the sarcasm?
That just meant Sloan is going to be twenty. He left before he was 18, like two days before. So at the time, I knew he didn't have a mate, but I wonder now if that had changed. I mean it's not like I care.
But I wonder what he might look like...after all these years.
***Flashback***
Carter 18, Sloan 15
He walked in and towered over everyone. Over all of us. And it pissed me off. He was fifteen and he was a giant. Fuck. And he hadn't even hit puberty yet.
"Fucking tiger." I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes. He walked through the room as he owned it. All eyes were always on him.
"Dude, you jealous?" Ezra spoke up, his big green eyes staring at me. He was Sloan's eldest brother, a lycan like me, and we were both the same age. He was one of my closest friends. I was overwhelmingly grateful for him.
"Fuck I have to be jealous for?" I scoffed, keeping my eyes glued to Sloan as he worked the room.
His eyes met mine and a smirk covered his face as he walked toward me. I hated how pretty looking he was. It pissed me off even more.
"Carter." His voice was still light and fun, but it cracked slightly. I had to hide my laugh.
"Tiger." I lifted the drink to my lips and took a sip. I noticed that his eyes were glued to the action. And it caused my heart to speed up. I fucking hate that.
"My name is Sloan." I knew he hated it when I called him that.
"And I don't give a fuck." Ezra laughed but tried to stifle it as a cough. But he failed miserably.
"Come on guys, let's be nice. It's Ambrose and Florence's birthday." Ezra added in and as he mentioned his twin siblings. They were turning the big thirteen. How cute. "I don't understand, you guys used to get along."
I hated when people mentioned that. Yes. He and I got along...when we were BABIES. Then Sloan had to go and get all fucking big, and it ruined it. It ruined everything.
"Yeah well, things change." I shrugged, no longer wanting to be a part of the conversation. His green eyes searched my face for something. The longer he stood their longer I felt myself about to break, and that shit was a weird feeling and I hated it.
"Right." I could see the disappointment on Sloan's face as I said those words. He slowly backed away leaving me and Ezra alone again. And I immediately wanted to take it back. But I don't.
I never do.
***End Flashback***
"If you're your a dick to him I swear--" Sean spoke bringing me out of the memory.
"I'm not going to be a dick to your bestie." I huffed out, my eyes glued to my phone but no longer typing. Or even reading. "Don't worry. I'll keep to myself. He wouldn't want to talk to me anyways."
I muttered the last part to myself, but I can tell Addison heard it. She always did. She gave me a look full of curiosity but I ignored her curious gaze.
Thoughts ran rampant in my mind even though I tried to distract myself by going on my phone. But it wasn't working. I wondered if he found his mate, and what she'd look like. She'd probably be a super ugly broad to put up with Sloan. Plus the man was huge, so she'd have to be huge to.
Goddess I was such a dick.
I bet she would be the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Because why wouldn't she be? Then I'd be left with...what exactly? Nothing. Nothing at all.
I shouldn't even care, and I don't.
So then why does the idea of him having a mate piss me off so much?