Chapter 6 A Little Softer

Selene's P.O.V

Blake's expression turned dark and sharp, like a wolf locking onto its prey.

His hand on my waist tightened, and his voice was low and dangerous. "Selene, do you know what it means to walk into an Alpha male's territory on your own?"

It felt like he was giving me one last chance to think twice.

But the wolf inside me was restless, and the mix of instinct and alcohol burned away any hesitation.

I didn't pull back. Instead, I pressed closer, my lips nearly brushing his as I asked, "What about you, Blake… don't you want this?"

For a few seconds, the air seemed to freeze. He stared at me, his eyes dark and intense.

Then a faint but sharp, almost predatory smile appeared on his lips.

"I do."

Before I could react, he scooped me up in his arms and strode into the club.

The doorman clearly recognized him and bowed respectfully, not trying to stop him.

He headed straight for the private elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

The lift's upward motion made me cling to him even tighter. I could feel the steady beat of his chest beneath me, and my own heart raced in sync, caught between nerves and excitement.

He swiped the key card, and with a soft beep, the top-floor penthouse door unlocked. He carried me inside and kicked the door shut with his heel. Almost the instant the door clicked closed, he pressed me against the cool surface, his lips crashing over mine with an intense, demanding heat that left no room for resistance.

The kiss was urgent and deep, dripping with possessiveness, a stark contrast to his usual calm and controlled demeanor. I responded hesitantly, feeling my whole body ignite, blood racing through my veins.

His hand slid beneath the fabric of my dress, gliding over my skin. Everywhere he touched lit up like sparks catching fire. A shudder ran up my spine, spreading through every inch of me.

This feeling was so alien and intense. In my three years with Malcolm, I'd never felt anything like it. Blake's touch carried a raw, primal power. Every brush of his skin against mine seemed to strike a chord deep in my wolfish instincts.

It made me tremble, pulled me under, and left me wanting more before I could even think to stop myself.

I was already wet and aching for him.

Lost in desire, I could feel his body tense and burning against me, and I could hear his restrained, ragged breaths.

My clothes were half undone as he pinned me firmly against the bed, and I unconsciously spread my legs. I could feel his thick penis pressing against my tender inner thighs.

Just as everything felt like it was about to spiral out of control, he suddenly stopped, resting his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy.

He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his eyes. They were so deep and intense that they seemed to pull you in. His voice was unusually serious, rough with restraint.

"Selene, look at me. Are you sober? Do you know who I am?"

His question snapped me into a brief moment of clarity. I looked up at him and took a slow breath. The air was full of his scent, strong and intoxicating, making my wolf howl with excitement.

Then I let a small smile curl at the corner of my lips. "Of course I know. You're Blake Lancaster. Don't tell me you're tapping out now."

My words seemed to snap his control in an instant. He wasted no time, lifting my legs onto his shoulders and ramming straight into me without warning.

"Ah—"

The sudden impact brought a sharp, subtle pain and an indescribable fullness. I couldn't help but arch my back and let out a moan.

Blake's length was hot and hard, and it reached a depth inside me I never knew was possible.

"Ah—"

My whole body trembled, and I couldn't stop letting out soft pants. I drew in a shaky breath and pushed lightly against his shoulders.

"A little gentler—"