The mysterious man carried me into the elevator and I panicked.
"Where are you taking me?!" I asked, clawing to get down. He released me without preamble and I crashed to the floor and glared at him. That was so intentional!
"My suite." He replied and my eyes widened. I didn't even want to be alone in this elevator with him and he was taking me to his suite?
"Over my dead body." I hissed. "Why would I ever follow you to your suite? Do you take me for a fool?"
His phone pinged and he glanced at the screen, his already terrible expression becoming even more dangerous. I almost pitied whoever it was on the other end. He snapped the phone shut and glanced at me impatiently like I was wasting his time.
"Don't flatter yourself. I've seen a hundred sexier figures and they came with quieter, more amenable mouths. Get out of the elevator if you wish to hand yourself to those thugs on a golden platter. Otherwise, shut the fuck up and follow me."
I shut up. It was the longest I ever heard him speak and I had a feeling I did not want to turn his mood any sourer than it already was. I straightened to my feet and clutched his jacket over my shoulders with a sniff.
"Go ahead." I said but he didn't even wait for my reply, he was already pressing the button for the top floor.
"What a miserable fucking knight." I said under my breath.
"And an ungrateful little wench." He replied and I sent a sharp glare his way. What sort of hearing did he have on to catch those words?
My feet tapped impatiently as we started the longest elevator ride ever. The brooding man sucked all the air in the box until all I was breathing was him. The elevator felt too damn small to contain the two of us and his jacket around my shoulders didn't help either. I hated how good the smell was, almost addictive. The elevators had barely opened before I stumbled out, gasping in air. He threw me a look that said I was completely bonkers before heading out but I didn't care as long as I got in air that wasn't saturated with him.
"Keep up." He commanded and I glared again. The male seriously got under my skin.
I followed him into his suite and my jaw dropped as I looked around. The condo was cream and beige- themed and it looked and smelled like loads of money.
"Do you... actually stay here?" I asked but he didn't even bother to answer. It was so massive. "Do you stay alone?"
"Yes." He replied and I whistled. I followed him deeper into his suite, ogling the fine tapestries as we walked past. Thousand dollar artworks hung on the wall, quaint and innocuous to the untrained eye but I knew. I went to every art exhibition there was.
"What's the story?" He asked and I focused on him again, realizing I'd followed him to the walk-in wardrobe where he was sifting through his shirts. "Spoiled little pack princess finally ventured out of pack territory for the first time?" He asked and I snorted.
"I'm no spoiled little girl, and I'm definitely not a pack princess." I replied and shrugged off his jacket absently. Far from it. I was more like a pack orphan who tried all her life to be the bright little girl that wasn't a burden to anyone. Look where that got me.
"Sounds like a long story, if only I was interested." He replied and I glared at his stupidly broad back.
"Do you have to be such a dick?" I asked. Just when I was starting to think he might be a decent werewolf after all.
He turned around, holding out one of his shirts but then he froze. Slowly, like a caress, his gaze slid down my dress and I remembered too late that I'd earlier spilled red wine and my dress was now molded over my breasts, my pebbled nipples in full display. I watched his eyes glow gold in their depths and an instant blare of alarm went off in my head.
"Uhmm that was a mistake." I said quickly, looking around wildly for the jacket as my brain short-circuited. Damn it, why was I so clumsy? "The jacket-"
There! I'd absent-mindedly hanged it on a hook. I yanked it out and swung it over my shoulder but in a flash, he crossed the room to me and stopped my hand in the air.
"No." His baritone voice had gotten even more gravelly. "Let me see you." The gold in his eyes was spreading, the air thick with electric desire. My breaths came in fast puffs in response and I felt a thrum of anticipation, an urgent stroke of need that arched my spine.
"You are in heat." His voice in itself was seduction, reeling me in mercilessly before his words registered. My spine straightened indignantly and I yanked my arm from his, terribly embarrassed.
"No I'm not." I snapped.
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about." He said and I winced, how did he read me so easily? I met his gaze and something had changed drastically. He was no longer looking at me like I was a recalcitrant burden he wanted to be rid of, he looked like he was starving and had every intention of devouring me.
"You are wrong." I said and backed away. I'm never in heat, I didn't even get my wolf. My back met the closet door and he closed the distance between us. I shut my eyes tight, fighting my betraying body that thrummed tighter with anticipation.
"What are you afraid of?" He asked and I kept my eyes shut. His fingers ghosted over my cheek, down my neck and grazed the side of my breast. I bit my lip to silence a moan that nearly escaped me. Goddess! Was I really in heat? Is that why I wanted him to use the same fingers to trace the rest of my body?
"Nothing."
"Open your eyes." He commanded and I was helpless to resist. Immediately I met his gaze, the rest of my common sense flew out the window. My stomach clenched with desire.
"This... this is not possible. I can't want you. There's someone else I- I loved." I stuttered.
"Then he is a big fool for allowing you to walk into Sinners alone. You're mine now." His voice held a dangerous, possessive edge which I really should hate but I felt a delicious thrill sizzle through me instead.
He was right, where was Cairh? He was mating Anya this very night, they were probably in the heat of their mating this very moment, perhaps he'd already even marked her. I felt a sharp stab of betrayal in my heart and I allowed myself to look my fill at this handsome stranger for the first time. Even Cairh didn't hold a candle to this man's beauty. He was all roughly and unapologetically male. His aura screamed Alpha, even more powerfully than Alpha Zed ever did and the entire pack always talked about how powerful Alpha Zed's aura had been. I was the discarded pack orphan that Cairh no longer wanted, so why should I hold on to the virginity that I kept for him all this while?
Emboldened, I took a step closer to the burning furnace of his body.
"You're right. Fuck Cairh." I decided.
I went on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. Inatantly, he claimed my lips deeply and thoroughly, his lips angling to devour me better. The world narrowed to our lips, every little point where our bodies touched.
He pulled back and my lips tingled m, aching to taste him again.
"When you're with me, you do not think of any other man." He growled. What was he talking about? What other man?
"Kiss me please, before I break down." I pleaded shamelessly.
He gave me an approving look and then his hands were on my ass and he was lifting me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned when I felt his thickness against my middle. Yes, I wanted this like hell!
Our lips collided with urgency. He was walking out of the closet into the bedroom but I barely noticed. I drank him in like he was water to my thirst, he claimed every inch of my mouth like he was trying to leave his stamp. I clawed at his shirt, ripping out some buttons in my haste. He dragged the zipper on my dress down and we separated long enough for him to throw my dress over my head and then we were kissing again.
He laid me on the bed and I ghosted my fingers down his firm broad back, his muscles bunching beneath my touch. My mind was melting. I didn't know it was possible to be this crazed for someone's touch.
He pulled back and I let out a weak protest which died when his lips branded my neck, ghosted over my collarbones over the peak of a breast. I writhed and bunched the sheets in my fists and when he finally drew my peaked nipple into his mouth, my soul left my body.
"Fuck!" I exploded and he did something terribly good with his tongue. Goddess! Was he even real? What was this mastery?
"I must taste you." He said and ripped my panties with a flick of his wrist. I watched him stare at me, the golden glow nearly taking over his entire eyes now. "You are wet as a pond." He said, his voice awed, approving.
My hips writhed in hunger. "Kiss me there." I pleaded.
"No." He replied, seizing my thighs in his iron grip and parting them wide. "I'll feast."
And oh did he feast. Every curl and lash of his tongue, every little thrust as he teased my creams from the deepest part of me sent me hurtling towards the edge with dizzying speed.
"Goddess! It's too much." I pleaded for mercy, clamping my thighs together but with a growl, he pried them apart.
"You must take it." He growled and punished me with his tongue again, dragging guttural sounds from my throat I never thought myself capable of making. "Come for me." He commanded, thrusting a finger inside me.
I screamed to high heavens as I came in a hot rush, riding his tongue and squirting all over his face as he lapped me up greedily.
"That's a good girl." He lapped the last of my juice up and in a smooth move, unbuckled his pants, letting it fall and my jaw dropped as his massive beast of an erection came out. What?! That would be going into me?!
He saw my panic and frowned. "Little one, I wanted to get you much readier to receive my cock but I will go mad if I'm not inside you this minute. I'll be gentle, I promise."
He pried my legs apart and I straight out panicked.
"Wait!" I yelled, halting him. His muscles bunched and I knew it was taking a lot for him to be patient right now but he waited. I stared at the thick rod of his cock, sitting proudly over his navel, glistening with precum and pulsing with angry veins and my mouth dried up with fear. There was no way I could take that into me. No way. So why was my pussy dripping wet with hunger and anticipation? Did I have a death wish?
"Damn it, you're killing me." He growled. His eyes were blazing gold now, his grip around my ankle getting tighter. "You cannot back down now." He warned me. "I must fuck you."
My stomach tightened painfully and a warm rush dripped from my pussy. Oh I wanted him, it was a terrible terrible hunger that compelled me to reach for his swollen cock before I stopped myself midway.
"Wait." I shook my head, clearing it. "I'm scared." I confessed, staring into his eyes. "I've never done this before."
His entire body went rigid and the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. His expression was a terrible scowl as he stared at me like I just uttered words in an alien language.
"You're a bloody virgin?!" He exploded and I flinched.
"Why? What does it matter?" I asked hurriedly. I didn't expect him to jump for joy with my announcement but I really did not expect him to react so terribly either. He looked like he would murder anything that dared breathe within a meter of him.
He let out a string of colourful expletives and climbed down from the bed.
"Where are you going?" I cried out in dismay. I wasn't done with him at all. I needed him back and I felt like I would go mad if he didn't touch me again.
"Get out." He gritted out but I blinked dumbly, sure I didn't hear him well. His back was to me as he yanked a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
"Wait!" I said hastily, climbing to my knees. "We're not done."
"I said get out!" His voice barely rose but I felt his coldness like a lash against my skin. His eyes were a burning coal-black now, pissed and unfamiliar. I flinched back, shocked at this sudden flip. To my horror, tears pricked at my eyes as I scrambled off his bed. The large bedroom couldn't contain my awkwardness as I fished for my ruined dress through the cloud of tears blocking my view. I was terribly aware that he was actually a stranger, this man that I'd just nearly given my body to. And what an asshole, I really knew how to pick them.
Turning my back to him, I quickly shrugged my dress on, not bothering with the zipper as I glared over my shoulder at him.
"I hope you burn in hell." I hissed at him before I ran out.