TAKE RESPONSIBILITY

I looked down at the woman on my lap with a narrowed gaze, her breathing was erratic and her cheeks were flushed. How much had she drunk? That sultry look in her eyes, the sensual smile she had on her lips as she looked at me, made me grit my teeth. The thought of other men seeing her this way didn’t appeal to me for some reason, but as I breathed in her flowery scent that mingled with the scent of tequila, my whole body hardened.

She was an omega but that didn’t matter to me, she was beautiful…she was almost perfection itself!

Heavy-lidded grey eyes squinted like she was trying her hardest to get a better glimpse of my face, I sucked in a deep breath as she squirmed on my lap.

“Am I not comfortable enough for you?” I breathed into her ear as my fingers dug into the soft flesh of her exposed lap. Her skin was so soft I couldn’t help but lean down to kiss it.

When was the last time I had such a reaction to a woman?

When was the last time I so desperately wanted to bury myself deep inside…yeah, he was most definitely drunk seeing as he lacked the self-control to hold back. I was here on a mission, to drink myself into a stupor, to forget the diagnosis that was announced in from of everyone in my family, not to meet up with random women.

This one though, she was an exception. She smelled like roses and mornings in my grandfather’s gardens, I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her until there would be no space left between our bodies.

“You’re very comfortable…” she slurred, “You smell so good…better than Luke!” she spat out the last part with a scrunched-up nose, obvious distaste in her voice. She was here with me yet thinking of another man…that pissed me off, most especially when Luke was the name she mentioned.

The last thing I wanted was to hear the woman beneath me moaning out my nephew's name. It was probably a coincidence though.

I brushed it off and instead focused on her pink-tinted cheeks and full, sultry lips.

“What’s your name, rosy cheeks?” I asked with a raised brow, my fingers sliding into her dress and finding warmth on the softest part of her skin. She leaned into my touch, moaning as her hands wrapped tighter around my shoulders. She was so small compared to me and, all he could think about was breaking her…was she as fragile as she looked? Would she be able to handle all of me?

“Vi-hic!” she shook her head and breathed in like she was trying to get her bearings, she laughed and reached out to rub my lips with her index finger.

“Why do you need to know my name when we both obviously want the same thing?” the undertone in her voice, the husky drop at the end of her words made stand at the brink of losing all control.

Couldn’t she see my face? Or was she so drunk that she didn’t recognize who I was?

“Tell me rosy cheeks,” my now warm fingers left her dress and rested on her juicy red bottom lip…I wanted to bite them, tease each scrape with my tongue, and find out if she tasted as good as she smelled.

“What is it you want?” I asked darkly as lust seeped into my voice and I felt myself harden beneath her.

For a moment, she lost that smile she had on and it was replaced with a sad expression, she stared down at her fiddling fingers and I wondered if her liquid courage had faded. I hoped not, because I was not done with her.

“To forget,” she finally replied and when she looked back up, there was a certain kind of vulnerability that I didn’t expect to see from her…a kind that no one in their right senses would ever show in front of me. It caught me off guard and I found myself staring long and hard into those sad eyes, getting lost in them.

Aspen the cruel and emotionless, that was what everyone called me…they called me a heartless beast who only cared about expanding my pack and making those who go against me suffer. No one dared to show emotion such as this in front of me because they knew I would use it against them.

But here she was, telling me what she really wanted and what a fucking irony the situation was.

I was here for the same reason. To forget the fact that I can not have children of my own.

Impotent. The doctor had said. It had happened after my accident after I’d spent two years pushing myself to the brink of madness just so I could learn to walk again!

Now, there was this diagnosis. There was nothing I could do about it.

“What a coincidence,” I said, burying my fingers deep into her soft curls. “…I am also here to forget,” I confessed, I leaned down until our lips were only a breath away from each other’s, “Let's help each other out…let me give you what you want,”

Then my lips made contact with hers and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced, it felt like electricity coursing through my veins as her soft lips melted into mine. The next few hours were a blur to me.

I could vaguely remember leaving the VIP with her, both of us being unable to take our hands off each other, the slam of my hotel room door, and the soft bed beneath me. My heart pounded so loudly that it was almost all I could remember…I was gentle with her, contrary to the raging desires I had felt, and she in turn gave me the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced and just like that, it was over.

I blacked out.

I was woken by the sound of noisy shuffling by my side, then I felt the warmth and the brightness of the sun behind my lids.

It was morning already?

He had a pack meeting to get to—

Wait—

The shuffling continued, and my eyes opened a fraction to find the most mesmerizing sight.

Her red curls were in disarray and she tried to tame them into a messy bun, she was in my black shirt, her thick thighs were quite a sight to behold, her brows were pulled close into a frown and her grey eyes were filled with confusion as she looked around, moving the pillows and furniture ‘discreetly’ trying to find something.

My lips curled up as he continued to observe the woman who was the first woman I had shared a bed with and slept next to for the whole night.

And now she was trying to leave before I woke up.

It was new and it amused me.

“Why are you so eager to leave?” I said, making her jump and drop the pillows in her grasp. When she met my eyes, hers widened and she took a step back. There was no way she could claim she didn’t remember what happened the night before, I could tell from the pink staining her cheeks that she probably remembered the night more than I did.

My lips curled up.

“You—I” She seemed at a loss for words as her eyes darted around even more urgently. A big difference from the sensual and confident woman who had approached me at the VIP.

“Looking for this?” I cocked up a brow in question as I pulled out the dress and underwear that I remembered were thrown under the bed. I didn’t mind my nakedness, I pulled the sheets off my body and made my way to the other side of the bed where she was, and heavens did I enjoy how wide her eyes got when she looked down at the rest of my body. I stood in front of her and handed over the dress which she collected and then looked away like she was embarrassed.

I picked up my briefs and put them on, sure that the poor woman’s cheeks would explode if I kept teasing her that much.

“About last night, I…I’m sorry,” she said with her head down, her eyes on her feet, and for some reason it pissed me off. She was the only person in years who looked me in the eyes and now she was acting just like the rest of them.

“Why are you apologizing?” I asked, my head tilted in question.

Why did they always apologize even when there was no reason to?

“You never told me your name,” she looked up to say, “I will most definitely make it up to you,”

“And how will you do that?” My lips curled up with amusement as I took slow steps forward and leaned down so I was face to-face with her.

She swallowed and I could tell how much she struggled to meet my eyes.

“I will take responsibility…and I—“

I chuckled darkly and rubbed my fingers against the fresh-looking pack mark on her wrist…she was young yet she promised to take responsibility for me. Shouldn’t that be my own words?

“My name is Aspen,” those grey eyes widened a fraction, “Aspen Vincenzo,”

She took a step back, eyes wide with horror and recognition.

There it was, now she knew who I was and would no doubt run for the hills.

“I…” she blinked rapidly…she didn’t look afraid of me but of something else, it made my brows furrow with confusion.

“I have to go, I’m sorry!” She hurriedly spoke.

She then rushed out of the hotel room, not caring that she only had on my shirt and she had left her dress down on the ground.

I didn’t go after her but I kept staring at the door, minutes after she’d left.

I would see her again.

I was sure of it.