"Try, Dean! Please try!" I whimper.

I need him right now.

I am burning up beyond anything I have ever felt before, it's as though Dean has brought this on!

It only started when Dean put his arms around me.

He caused this!!

"Dean! NOW!" I scream, my back arching as the pain spikes furiously.

A loud sexual moan emanates from Dean's parted lips, and his self control waivers as he crashes his lips to mine again.

All I can feel and think of is Dean.

The way his hands touch me, the way his lips move against mine, his weight on top of me, his musky sweet breath, the feel of shirt and tailored trousers against my over sensitive bare skin.

It's like the most intense feeling I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I just don't want it to end.

Dean's lips travel down over my jaw to my neck and my throat. Loud whimpers leaving my body with need begging in them.

I feel as Dean's hands work their way down my body, over my breasts and down my hips to my thighs, gently massaging them in a sensual manner.

"Oh Dean!"

Slowly, achingly slow, Dean slides his right hand between my thighs, stroking his index finger over my swollen bud.

My lips shake as I moan lowly. I need him! Now!

In a quick, surprising moment, Dean rams two fingers deep inside me.

I cry out, my back arching.

In quick succession, Dean's fingers pummel inside me hard, finger fucking me with all his effort.

A slight hint of pain swims through the sea of unadulterated pleasure.

Right now, I couldn't care less about the pain. I want more!

"Fuck me, Dean! Harder!" I scream.

I can't comprehend this increasing pleasure. It's overwhelming.

I'm on the brink of my climax. I need it so badly.

My back arches, my body quivering as the most mind blowing orgasm hits me full pelt.

I scream loudly, my eyes shooting open widely, and the shock of the climax sends me over the edge. Dean gasps out loud as my wetness hits my legs, soaking the bed.

As he eases his movements, I slump back on the bed with exhaustion, breathing heavily, making my throat dry and sore.

Dean is as breathless as I am. I watch as he removes his fingers from my sex and slips them in his mouth, with a kinky look on his face.

"You taste so fucking good, baby! Nobody even compares. You're evocative... so sweet." Dean moans, making my stomach clench in need, the burning has returned with full force.

"Dean... Dean! I want you, but I... I need water first." I gasp.

My heart is pounding out of my chest.

"Ok baby, I'll get you a drink." He murmurs, climbing off the bed and out of the room.

The pain in the pit of my stomach increases with Dean out of the room. I don't have any idea why I feel so in need of him, but I just have to have him.

Dean is my saviour in this very moment.

Returning with a glass of water, Dean helps me sit up to sip some of the cool, clear water.

It feels so refreshing on my dry throat, but it doesn't ease my hot burning pain through the lower half of my body.

I push the glass away when the burning ache becomes too much to handle. "Dean. I need you! Please, make this pain go away! I can't handle this! Now, please! Please!" I beg, tears filling my eyes and they begin to pour down my cheeks.

"Ok, baby. I know it hurts. I will help you." Dean murmurs, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

He stands from the bed, and strips in record time. His glorious body sending my body into overdrive.

When Dean returns to the bed, I grab his arm, yanking him on top of me with all of my pent up wolf strength.

He chuckles, with a grin on his face. "Eager are we, Miss Knight?"

I raise a sarcastic eyebrow. "Would you want me any different?"

Dean grins and shakes his head. "No baby, I wouldn't. Now, let's get rid of that ache? Eh?"

I nod. "Let's!"

Grabbing my calves, Dean positions them over his shoulders before positioning himself against my slit, and slamming into me... hard!

My eyes roll back into my head as Dean manages to hit the ache dead on.

Fast, rough, hard and intense powerful fucking, pushing the burning away with each thrust.

Dean's nails dig into my ass cheeks as he pushes deep inside me with force.

"I. Love. You. So. Much." Dean grunts between thrusts.

Out of my mind, and in cohorts with my wolf, I let those words slip out of my mouth. "I love you too!"

He stops, his eyes wide in shock. "What?" He gasps.

I smile shyly. "I love you, Dean Law."

Dean beams, his eyes bright and a joyous smile spreads across his face.

He leans down to kiss me, a sensual loving kiss. Dean starts moving again, this time slower and passionate.

My first ever time making love, and it's with someone that isn't my mate.

I can handle that if he gets rid of this pain!!

I whimper loudly, gripping onto his biceps as my body begins to feel the start of an insane orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Feel it. Feel me!" Dean grunts. "Cum for me, baby."

I close my eyes, my lips parting as the feeling grows, building higher.

Not only the pleasure from Dean's incredible loving, but the feeling of intense love and emotion for this man makes this act of fornication a whole lot more incredible.

My lips start to quiver, working its way from my lips, all the way down to my toes.

Dean continues to thrust. Slow and intense, until I reach my peak. The burning ache disappears immediately! Relief.

That's what I feel.

Understandable relief.

Dean grunts, and follows suit, cumming inside me with a long relieved sigh.

We lay there together, his head on my chest as we calm our breathing until we inhale and exhale in sync with each other.

"I love you, Lizzie."

"I love you too, Dean."

I feel satiated, relaxed and wanted. I feel cherished. I feel... free.

I may not be able to understand why I feel so strongly for Dean as well as Holden, but I am happy.

Maybe I can figure this out in time?

Back at work, finally out of my funk. I feel more positive. Still confused, but positive.

I'm sat there at my desk typing out a letter for my boss, Mr Fray.

Mind numbingly boring but it keeps my brain busy.

Just as I press print, the office phone rings. I clear my throat and take my professional mode.

"Good morning, Mr Fray's office. How can I help you?" I speak politely.

"Lizzie? It's Holden!"

I grin, hearing his bright voice.

"Hiya!! What's up?" I ask.

"I err... was err... calling to err..." He hesitates, stumbling over his words.

It's cute!

Adorable.

I smile.

"Just say it, Holden." I murmur gently, trying to encourage him.

I hear him down the line taking a deep breath. "I wanted to ask you on a date." He rushes out.

I blush at the request.

"Ask me properly and you might get an answer." I tease.

Holden chuckles slightly. "Sorry, I'm just a little nervous."

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"

I grin. "Yes Holden, I'd love to."

After the the phone call, I sit there questioning my acceptance to the date.

I'd spent a whole two days with Dean, letting him love me, and bond with me as more than a Dom or a friend.

I should allow Holden that opportunity too I guess?

Why is it that whenever I see either of these two men, I lose all my self control and end up in bed with them?

I feel like a slut!

I'm going back and forth between these two men, and I've now said I loved Dean, who isn't my mate.

Isn't that rejecting Holden?

Oh I don't know!

It's so confusing!

~*~

I'm stood in my hallway, nervously twirling my loose locks around my finger.

Holden is due any minute now to pick me up for our date.

I am dressed in a slinky deep plum purple wrap dress, hugging my curves perfectly, with a pair of lilac stiletto sandals.

I went all out for this date.

Part of me feels like I made too much of an effort, and that I should change, but the other part thinks I was supposed to dress up.

Holden isn't just a simple wolf. He's an Alpha!

My rightful mate is an Alpha.

Was I the right type to be a pack Luna?

Did I carry the right qualities?

More worries!!

Just as I'm working myself into a frenzy, a knock at the door halts my thoughts.

I shake my head, trying to rid those stressful thoughts from my brain. I take a long, deep and calming breath as I walk to the door.

Swinging it open, I gawp at the gorgeous creature in front of me. Black leather dress shoes, a pair of tight fitting black trousers that hang off his hips in such a sexy fashion. A dark navy blue shirt, striped light blue and purple tie, and that sexy face. An eyebrow raised with a smirk on his face.

He noticed me checking him out.

"Holden... just... wow." I breathe in amazement.

He grins. "I should say the same but I have the words. You look beyond stunning this evening! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met."

My heart stutters as he says that. I think I love him!

Oh fuck!

The words tumble out of my mouth like vomit. "I love you."

The look on Holden's face lights up my heart and my wolf. "I love you too."

I bite my lip nervously, and grab my handbag. "Shall we go?"

I receive a nod, so I turn off the hallway light, and let Holden take my hand to lead me down the flight of stairs in my block.

"So, where are we going?" I ask, all of sudden nervous about what I'm wearing--again!

"It's a surprise, sweetheart. I think you'll love it." He replies.

"Am I dressed ok?" I whisper, self consciously.

Holden stops me from walking, gripping my hand. He pulls me back flush against his toned body, his musky breath enveloping me like fog, and he speaks. "Yes baby. You look incredible. Don't worry, you won't see anybody. You could be wearing a bin bag for all I care."

Swallowing hard, I nod and flush brightly.

Holden kisses my nose, and leads me towards a car. A flashy car. A black Aston Martin One-77!!

I only know that seeing as my boss wants one.

"Woah!" I am shocked by the car. It's a beyond expensive limited edition, and it was very shiny!

Holden chuckles. "I know. She's my baby."

I smirk. Boys and their toys!!

"Let's go." Holden opens the passenger door and helps me in. God it's low!

I strap myself in while he walks round.

I watch in amazement at his grace when he climbs in. In one smooth movement, he is sat beside me.

~*~

Our date has been wonderful. Romantic, fun and enjoyable.

We went to the mini golf course, which was shut down for the night, just for us.

We were all by ourselves, laughing at each others pathetic excuses for golf talents. We ate a simple meal, drank wine and talked.

I found out so much about Holden.

His parents are wonderful to him. They're mates and have a fantastic relationship. He has four sisters. Jade, who is 29. Freya is 26. Shianne is 21 and Hope is 19. Holden himself is 24, thus being the middle child.

Holden loves hard rock music, and going to live music gigs. He has a love for cars and rugby. He hates trackies and sports clothing, and loves animals. He also wants children in the future.

After leaving the golf course, Holden drives me back home and walks me up to my flat.

After a long passionate game of tonsil tennis, he leaves me to go inside.

What the heck is going on?

My feelings for both these men are increasing, my heart swelling to fit them both in.

I want them both, and so does my wolf.

I need advice!

I can't make a decision without knowing what the hell is going on.

I rush straight to my address book, and find the right number.

Our county Elder, the one who makes difficult decisions. He helps with pack differences and difficult situations. I know he can help me.

I dial his number into my phone, and press the call button with shaky fingers.

It rings... and rings...

It is late, I bet he's asleep or something.

"Hello, this is Frank Paulson. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now. Please leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you." States the voicemail message.

I sigh and wait for the beep, explaining the situation briefly and giving him my name and number.

I hope he can help.

I slump on my sofa and place my head in my hands. "What the fuck is going on? It's not like I can have two mates!!" I moan to myself out loud.

I am becoming exasperated.

Save me!

Somebody?

I force myself up, strip out of my dress and climb into bed, forcing myself into a much needed slumber.

Goodnight world, I will deal with you tomorrow!

I was awoken by my phone ringing with a high pitched shrill.

I rolled over and grabbed it drowsily.

"Mmm?" I answer.

"Lizzie Knight?" A powerful voice questioned down the line.

"Yeah? Who's this?" I ask, trying to sit up.

I hear a chuckle. "Frank Paulson, you left a message about your... predicament?"

My eyes widen, and I leap off the bed, bounding around.

"Hello! Oh, thank you! Thank you for calling back so quickly!" I rush out, begging for answers.

"Right, Lizzie. I would prefer to discuss this matter in person? Are you free at some point today? From my records, you are located in Nottinghamshire?"

God, he's formal!

"Yes, yes I am. I live just outside of Newark."

Our conversation ends after we decide on a cafe in town at 4pm.

I am on edge all day!

I have a half day at work today as Mr Fray leaves for a business trip to Vancouver at 11.30am.

Just another bonus.

I rush off to the bathroom, shower under almost scalding rivets of water, before drying off. I brush my teeth and start to do my make over routine.

After drying, I style my hair neatly in a French plait. I rub on some foundation, apply my eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, and place some lip balm on my dry, cracked lips.

I slip on my tight fitting black pencil skirt, frilly lilac shirt, and heeled court shoes.

I grab my work jacket and handbag, picking up an apple and rushing out the door like I do everyday.

I check my watch as I wait for the bus. 8:10... If this bus doesn't turn up soon, I'm going to be late!

Damn public transport!

~*~

Well, work is boring. I arrive just in the nick of time at 8:57! Three minutes before my clock-in time.

Thank baby Jesus I wasn't late as Mr Fray was in a royally bad mood. His head was up his ass!

What's wrong with him?

I make his coffee SEVEN fucking times before he accepts it.

"That is too sweet!"

"That's too bitter!"

"Eurgh, where's the coffee?"

"Too much coffee!"

"It's cold!"

I bite my tongue each time he snaps at me. I have to or I lose my job.

I can't lose my job or I end up homeless!

Finally, Mr Fray leaves, still huffing and bitching about the world and all the people in it.

I feel relieved as I watch his taxi depart from in front of the building.

"Finally!" I breathe and grab my jacket and bag, and clock out before rushing into town.

Grabbing a sandwich from the shop, I sit on a bench and scoff my face, totally ignoring the disgusted and appalled looks from people walking by.

I'm hungry! Get over it!

I clean my face with a napkin, before heading off to the shopping centre. I need some new work clothes, and maybe an outfit or two for these various dates I keep getting asked out on.

After stalking around the shop, picking up various pieces of clothing--dresses, skirts and trousers. Shirts, jackets and a few pairs of jeans--I head into the changing rooms.

This is the only part of clothes shopping I hate. I'm happy to find the clothes and pay for them but I hate being cooped up in a small cubicle, a thin piece of material separating me from the public. It's so open!

I manage to try everything on. It all fits perfectly, and suits me down to a T.

I pay with my credit card. Ouchies... £145!

Thank fuck for credit cards!

After traipsing around town, I realise the time, squeak out loud and rush to the cafe. I stand at the counter waiting to get served.

"Seriously? These people are paid to serve customers and they'd rather stand out back having a chat!" I moan.

I am startled by a loud chuckle behind me. I turn round to see a white haired, attractive older man smiling at me.

"I totally get what you mean! Some workers just don't get the meaning of customer service." He grins, before winking mischievously. He slips past me and behind the counter and out back to where the staff are having a natter.

I hear his loud booming voice. "I DO NOT PAY YOU TO STAND AROUND CHATTING WHILE DRINKING THE SUPPLIES! NOW, GET OUT THERE AND SERVE SOME CUSTOMERS BEFORE I FIRE YOUR ASSES!"

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.

The white haired dude comes out again, followed by a couple of girls in their early twenties with sheepish looks on their faces.

One clears her throat and looks up at me as the guy comes out from behind the counter. "Sorry for the delay. What can I get you?" She asks politely.

"Large latte, please. Oh, and a blueberry muffin, thanks." I murmur, rummaging around my handbag for my purse.

After paying for my order, I take my tray and find a seat. I see Mr Whitehair sat down at a table for two, a book in his hand and a big leaver arch folder on the table.

Hmm...

He lifts his head up and smiles at me. 'I take it you're meeting someone?" He asks.

I smile back and nod. "Yup but I have no idea what he looks like!" I show a face of worry.

He chuckles. "Well, I'm guessing its me... Miss Knight?"

I grin and wander over. I put the tray on a table close by and slide it over, before sticking my hand out. "Thank you for meeting me, Mr Paulson." I shake his hand before sitting down opposite him.

"Let's get down to business." He states.

~*~

"So, what you're saying is, err... my wolf is confused?" I ask, wrinkling my nose, not understanding all the information Mr Paulson had just sprouted.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, no, no. Right, I'll put this in simple terms for you."

"Yes, your wolf is slightly confused with what is happening to you, but that isn't the issue. Holden and Dean are both, by what you've told me, your mates."

"Some wolves have two mates. It's very rare but I have come across it twice for me in this job."

I gawp in shock. "What?! How does that work? How can I have two? How can I choose between them?"

Mr Paulson shakes his head. "The strange thing is, you don't. You can mate both of them and have a happy life. It is easier to choose one or the other, but it has been done and can work out well if done right."