Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 04

Here we are with chapter 4. Just a small warning, don't expect a lot of naughty action in this one, I just wanted you to meet his brothers and have some openings to future stories(yes there are more to come, patience, patience, I am working hard on chapter 5). Again my gratitude goes out to Asylumseeker for doing an excellent job in editting for me. Feedback is welcome and don't forget to vote *winks*. Enjoy the read.

Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan

Chapter Four: Let's Party or Not?

The first thing she did when she got home was to get on the phone, call her three friends and tell them to meet up at The Vixen by eleven o'clock later that night. She also made it clear they had to tell the bouncer they were there for the Whelan group, it would grant them instant access and a smooth walk up to a private room.

Both calls lasted a few minutes because she had to fill in each of the girls about what was going on. She told most, leaving out the fast cars part. Only Mia knew of her fascination for the four wheeled monsters, as she called them, because she'd worked for her dad.

When everything was sorted she decided to treat herself to a nice hot bath, seeing she had enough time left to get ready before Nick would be back to pick her up. Turning on the taps, she then poured in some strawberry fragrance oils.

When she stripped off her clothes Fran realized she hadn't put her bra back on. Thinking back on what Nick did to her that afternoon she could feel the butterflies come back. She never thought it was possible to have such a nice and intense experience without any penetration.

Sitting on her bed, she gently brushed over her nipples, which immediately perked up again. They're even more sensitive now! she thought. Discarding the rest of her clothes, she picked them up and threw them in the laundry basket.

Making sure some towels hung ready, she put on some nice jazz music and she set up an alarm on her phone, using one of its many features, then placed it on the stool that was next to the bathtub. She didn't want to be rushing to get ready, but knowing she adored long hot baths, she forced herself to put on the timer, else she would be unfashionably late.

On the smooth tones of Shirley Horn's "Solitary Moon" she lowered herself in the bath. Enjoying the warm water caressing her body she closed her eyes, letting her mind drift away to what happened that afternoon.

The hot water just reached the bottom of her heaving breasts when she made the water generate waves by bringing up a knee, it almost felt like his velvety tongue was licking them again. Bringing up her hands she pinched them lightly, which almost gave her the same feeling it had that afternoon.

Fran was surprised how gentle he was at first before he got a bit rougher on them, but she liked and craved every delicious second of what he did to her. Again she felt that familiar twitching in her pussy and she felt deprived because he hadn't taken things further.

He gave her a mind blowing orgasm, that was for sure, but then he held back again. Yet she had to admire the control he was showing, even when it was very clear how aroused he was himself, on more than one occasion.

If he kept that up for much longer she was afraid they might have to arrest her for raping him. Not knowing exactly where that had come from, she kept surprising herself over and over in such a short time. She was not someone who went for one night stands, that had always been a big no-no in her books. Having sex so soon was in that imaginary book as well.

If Nick would have pushed things, she would have gladly forgotten about those two statements. Questioning herself most of the time about almost every little thing, he made her feel more secure, stronger, more at ease. More importantly he made her feel cherished, taken care of, as if she was the most important person in his life.

Little did she know she was exactly that.

Also she admitted to herself he had helped her a great deal with coming to terms with how about she felt towards her father and the whole car crash situation. A smile forming on her red lips, she was thrilled he very obviously shared the same passion for fast cars.

There were some really nice examples right there in that barn, but when he let her uncover the Mustang, her heart had jumped. He didn't know that it was the exact same model she had worked on with her dad. Unknowingly she lost a piece of her heart to him right at that moment.

Then the biggest surprise came when he asked her to restore it. Again doubting herself, she held on to her newly awakened stronger side and she jumped at the chance he was presenting her with.

A giggle escaped, she just couldn't help but inevitably go back to their intermezzo on the bench. She longed to spend a lot more time with him, to explore him as much as he would do the same to her.

Suddenly the timer on her phone began to blurt out loud, Pink loudly overtaking the smooth crooning voice of the classy singer she had put on before stepping in the bath.

Turning off the alarm, she then sat up straight, grabbing a soft cloth and started lathering herself up in soap, then rinsing it off. The last task was washing her hair. Swiftly drying herself, she then quickly toweled dry her hair on top of her head.

In her room she grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of short pajama bottoms and went back to the bathroom. Fran dreaded her next task, but it was needed if she somewhat wanted to make a flashing appearance tonight. Most man liked long hair, but when it was as long as hers and slightly curled as well it was a nightmare to get dry.

Using the stool she first brushed it out, then picked up the hairdryer and bent over, tossing all her hair over to the front. She stayed in that uncomfortable position for nearly fifteen minutes. Happy with the result she put the torturous device back under the sink and made her way back into her room.

Fran stood in front of her clothes rack deliberating what to wear, recalling Nick had asked for something fancy. She could do fancy, but she would do it with a twist, having the urge to push his limits again. Reaching in she chose to go with her red dress. Gently spreading it out on her bed, she then went back to the closet looking for the matching shoes and purse.

After a few minutes of digging through her collection she found the items she was after. Then she strolled over to her dresser and selected a matching red thong. She didn't pick any bra because that didn't go with the dress she'd chosen and she didn't want to lose another at the hands of Nick.

Looking at the clock Fran noticed she still had plenty of time left to get ready, so she didn't rush things like she'd had to in the morning. Slowly changing into the clothes gathered on the bed, she left the shoes till last. These weren't the highest ones, but as long as it wasn't needed she preferred to walk normally until Nick got there to pick her up.

At her dressing table she rearranged her hair a bit, also deciding to keep the makeup to a minimum, opting for a bit of black mascara and a see through lip gloss. Giving herself another quick once over, she was happy with the result.

Picking up her purse and the shoes, she went to the living room. She had a bit of time left before he would arrive.

Nick arrived with the same car he used yesterday. Luckily he found a parking spot just in front of her building. Locking up the car, he quickly made his way inside, ringing her bell. A quick hello was said and she buzzed him in.

Rushing up the stairs two at a time, he didn't break a sweat when he reached her floor. He firmly knocked on her door and when she opened it she took his breath away, again.

Fran looked like a modern day Marilyn Monroe, but instead of the famous white dress, she had on a burgundy red variety. Her hair, which had a natural curl of its own, was loosely draped over her shoulders. Then he had to chuckle a little, noticing she was still barefooted.

"Hello, sweetheart," he greeted, pointing at her feet, "aren't you forgetting something?"

"Hi, and no I'm not. You have no idea how torturous those shoes can be, so they stay off as long as possible. Come in, then I'll get the rest of my things," Fran answered while she stepped back and motioned him to come inside.

Before she knew it he had her wrapped up in his arms, kicked the door shut with one of his feet and attacked her lips with a vengeance. She couldn't do much more as to let the kiss happen, it literally took her breath away.

His traveling hands discovered the dress had no back, which prompted him in aborting his sensual attack. Holding her one hand he lifted it up and with the other hinted her to turn around. He wanted to howl out his appreciation.

She stopped twirling with her back to him and he then traced her spine with one finger, sending shivers all over her body. He stopped just above her deliciously curved ass, looking at it he noticed she had a small butterfly tattoo at the base of her spine. Giving it an appreciative stroke, he then slipped his arm around her, cradling her against him.

"You better get ready, cause if we don't leave in five minutes, we're not leaving at all," he whispered in her ear, giving it a kiss afterwards.

"You have to let me go then," she warned, swatting his hands away.

Reluctantly he let her go, but he couldn't help a soft growl from escaping. This is gonna be hell. I have to find a way to tell her soon. I can't keep holding back for much longer, he thought, while he observed her every move.

Bending over she put on her shoes, grabbed her purse she had placed on the kitchen counter and came back to Nick.

"Here we are, all ready," she announced with a big smile.

"Let's go then, before I change my mind," he replied, reaching out his hand.

When they left her flat he just couldn't resist hugging her again, holding her to his tense, highly aroused body.

"You know Fran, I could get used to this all day, every day," he admitted achingly, "I can't seem to stop holding you. I just have to touch you."

He'd expressed exactly what she was thinking. She felt completely the same, almost as if she were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. It had been like that from the very first moment they had met. Every part of her being wanted him ... her mind, her body, her very soul. She couldn't explain it to herself. She was never one to jump into things, whether it be love or work. She was usually much more cautious.

Turning around, she looked up at him. Not being able to put into words her own feelings, she cupped his cheek gently and pressed her lips to his, choosing to show him she felt the same way. She felt him tremble, felt him trying to hold back his own passion to allow her to control their kiss. After what seemed like an eternity she eased back slowly and gave him an understanding look, acknowledging what he said. Then she grabbed his hand, laced their fingers and followed him outside.

He opened the car door and helped her get in the passenger seat. Quickly he made his way around the midnight blue Jag and got in himself, swiftly maneuvering the car in the slow Saturday evening traffic.

Keeping focus on the road, he reached out and grabbed her hand. Slowly his thumb was making small circular movements in her palm, which sent shivers up and down her spine. He kept up these tender caresses until they reached the restaurant.

It turned out to be one of the most exclusive places in the city. You know, one of those places where you have to call months in advance to get a table. He seemed to have managed to get a table in less than half a day. Little did she know it was a property owned by one of his own pack.

He got out of the car and helped Fran get out. He then tossed the keys to the valet.

"Take care of her," he said with a smile.

The youngling hurried over, surprised that his Alpha would let anyone else drive one of his cars. Get one scratch on it and you'll work the rest of your life repaying me for it!

Stopping dead in his tracks he turned towards Nick, straightened up and gave him a firm nod. I'll take care of her as if she was my own baby, sir, he mentally replied.

Nick brought one of his arms around Fran and led them towards the restaurant, ignoring the few waiting and staring people and walked straight in.

Within seconds the head waiter had made his way towards them. Exchanging quick and polite hello's, he swiftly led them towards one of the more private areas of the establishment. Knowing his Alpha wasn't a frequent guest here and very much guarded his personal life, he knew Nick would appreciate their seating.

He had grabbed a pair of menus while he was leading them to their table and now placed one in front of both of them.

"I'll be right back to take your orders," the head waiter said. Nodding to Nick he then turned and went away, tending to a few nearby tables.

Nick tried his best to concentrate on the menu before him, but he couldn't help stealing quick glances, taking in her natural beauty. From the moment she had opened her door he was hit with that strawberry scent again and his libido went into constant overdrive, and his wolf, well he simply went crazy with lust. It was taking more and more effort to talk some reason into him.

Dammit, Nick, you got yourself in quite a mess here, he cursed himself. I'm sitting here like a love sick puppy and I can't tell her what I am, he continued, holding back a sigh. He realized he had to tell her, sooner better then later, for her sake and his own. But not tonight, tonight we enjoy ourselves

Fran was a bit overwhelmed by the place, she never thought she would see a place like this from the inside, let alone have a meal here. Seeing no prices on the menu only confirmed to her that this was a place for the rich and famous.

The waiter came back, took down their order and was back in what only seemed like seconds with their drinks.

They settled and started some easy conversation, making a few plans about the car they were going to fix up. Nick asked a bit more about her family, her friends. He tried to be as honest as he could about his own family without having to bend himself backwards for hiding the fact they were werewolves. It made him more convinced he had to tell her.

Tomorrow, I'll tell her, tomorrow and hope for the best, he decided, then pushed all of the worry and heartache back, wanting to enjoy this evening.

Time passed easily when they fluently switched from one topic to another, agreeing on one thing, arguing about another, without getting angry. She even managed to put him straight a few times. He liked their conversations and he liked she didn't shy away, making her own opinion very clear.

Looking at his watch he noticed it was almost time to go to the club.

"You want dessert? Or do you prefer to go straight to The Vixen?" he asked.

"Honestly? I would love one but I'm afraid I don't have room left for one," she admitted. "The food here is exquisite, think I shouldn't have eaten so much from the main course. Then I could have tried some dessert as well."

"No problem, then I have a reason to bring you here again," he replied.

Gesturing to the waiter who quickly made his way over, he told him to put the bill on his tab. Getting an affirmative nod they then got up and made their way outside again.

The valet who parked his car earlier quickly disappeared to get it again. A few minutes later he stopped in front of them. Nick opened the passenger side door to let Fran step inside. Giving the valet a generous tip and a pat on the back, he then got in himself and drove them to the club.

He parked in the side alley again, noticing that his two brothers' cars were there as well. Looking at the bike, he saw they called in reinforcements in the form of Adam. He had to chuckle, they sure were pulling out all the stops.

They made it inside without any hold ups, Nick leading them straight to the private room upstairs. Her friends were already there and were happily chatting away with the other men present.

"Hello all, how are you all doing?" she directed to the group in front of her.

Taking in all the men she thought that so much testosterone in one room should be forbidden. Nick was drop dead gorgeous in a tall, dark and handsome kind of way, but she could see his brothers were a very close match to him.

They all shared the same black hair, but whereas Nick had his hair long and straight, mostly in a ponytail, the younger looking one wore it long as well, but it was wild and curly, just reaching his shoulders. It framed a strong and handsome face, the few wrinkles next to his cherubic blue eyes positive proof he liked to laugh a lot.

Giving a quick nod towards Nick, he then held out his hand to Fran.

"Good evening, I'm Chris. I think you already know the loud mouth over there," he presumed, tilting his head towards Adam. "And this is Ed," Chris finished, pointing to the last man in their party.

Again he had the same black hair, but his was cut short and he had a "I'm just out of bed" look, spikes going in every direction, some stubble covering his cheeks and square chin. He shared the same dark eyes as Nick had.

"I think I can speak for myself, Chris," he announced, giving his younger brother a friendly push. He then turned to the pair that just entered and said his own hello. "Glad you could make it, Nick, and welcome to my humble palace," he directed to Fran. "We already introduced ourselves to your lovely friends, we were just waiting for you two to make an appearance."

"As you see, we made it. How is the club tonight, Ed?" Nick asked the older of his two brothers.

"Packed as usual on a Saturday evening, but the majority still have to arrive," he replied, giving his brother a curious look at the same time.

Don't play the innocent one, Ed. I'm quite sure the other two have told you already. Yes, Fran's my mate, only she doesn't know yet and she doesn't know about us. That's gonna be the hard part, telling her, he mentally told Ed. Tonight I just wanna have some fun, so don't push things.

Ok, I understand, just ask if you need help with anything, he replied. With a wide grin spreading across his face he added, Who would have thought it possible, you finding your mate in my club, of all places? You do know the pack bitches aren't gonna like this?

I know, but they'll just have to deal with it, was his quick reply.

Nodding towards the girls, who by now were happily chatting away amongst themselves, he mentioned to the others to join them. Gently grabbing Fran's shoulders he bent down and kissed her neck and brushed his cheek against hers, letting the other males in the room know she was his and his alone. He was rewarded with wide grins and chuckles from the three men.

"Come on ladies, we didn't invite you to have you all sitting here and chatting the evening away, let's go down and get some shaking done!" Chris said joyfully, extending his hand out to Mia.

"That sounds like a brilliant idea," Mia answered, accepting his gentleman like gesture, "let's go party."

Fran and Nick were already waiting by the door. Lis came as well, but Bron hesitated.

"Mind if I stay here? You know I don't dance," she hesitantly spoke up.

"Of course they don't mind, I'll stay and keep you company." Adam stepped in, "To tell you the truth, I got two left feet, I would only embarrass them down there, so I might as well stay here with you," he told her in a conspiring tone.

He noticed a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, which in his eyes made her even more adorable. Adam hoped that he did a good job of hiding his interest from the Whelan brothers. When the girls arrived not long ago he felt like he'd been hit by a sledgehammer and he simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend some time alone with the petite redhead. His wolf was longing for her.