I left a shaky breath at the greatest folly I just committed. I talked to a stranger and then told him my real name. Maybe, I should have dashed out of the bar right now, but I don’t know what it was that kept me glued. I felt… attracted. Allured. Heavily. Something that has never happened in my life. Ever.
I focused on my Martini like my life depended on it. Maybe it did. So, I sipped to stop myself from doing what I was about to do—steal another glance at him. But I looked anyway.
His eyes were haunting. It was as if they would gobble me up whole. Why did he freeze in his place after listening to my name? His throat bobbed. He got down from his chair. I relaxed because I thought he was leaving, but my relief didn’t last a second when he sat on the chair next to me. My heart throbbed so hard that I could listen to it in my head, feel the taste in my throat.
His smell flooded my senses—woodsy and male musk. And that stole my breath away. Once Again. As if his personality wasn’t enough. I felt crazily drawn to him when I shouldn’t. Like a moth to a flame.
“What did you say your name was?” he asked me in a low, dangerous growl. It was as if he was using all his restraint not to lunge at me and kill me.
I bit my lower lip and repeated, “Natasha.” His terrifyingly attractive face made butterflies flutter violently in my lower belly.
The grip on his glass tightened and it seemed that he was using every bit of his will not to break the crystal. A muscle feathered in his jaw Few moments later, when he regained control, he leaned back on the counter and asked, “Is that Martini more beautiful than me?”
How arrogant! His mood fluctuated from fire to ice. He knew of the powers he held on women like a wild predator and he was using them on me. “Wow!” I said, maintaining a semblance of calm demeanor.
He glared at me long and hard when I didn’t reply. Then he leaned over me and in his panty dropping voice said, “What do I have to do to grab your attention?”
I could practically feel his breath over my nape and ears. My cheeks felt like a thousand suns. “N—nothing,” I blurted. “I am with my friends,” I added as if to say that I was not unprotected. I heard him swirling his scotch and sipping it. Now his breath was mixed with alcohol. I needed to get the fuck up and run away, but I found myself turning and staring at him. His face was merely a few inches close to mine.
He tilted his head to my ears and whispered, “Do I look like I care about them?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to do things to you,” he said as his lips brushed my ears, understanding my question. “Experiment you.” Heat pooled in between my thighs. I was about to combust if I didn’t leave. And that something inside me was still stirring crazily.
“How do you know what I want?” I asked, getting the courage with all that alcohol in my system.
“I know.” With his index finger of the hand with which he was holding his glass, he pushed my hair to the side and nibbled my nape, his fangs grazing my skin. My body became taut like the strings of a guitar. I wanted him to bite me. Wait. What?
“What do you do Natasha?” he asked, his lips against my heated skin.
“I work in a bakery.” I lied, icy shivers running down my body. My aunt had put me in the Black Moon’s high school because they couldn’t afford to homeschool me anymore due to time constraints. Since he didn’t seem like a high school student, I knew I could lie, because he would never find me again. My guess was that he was older, maybe in his thirties.
“Hmmm.” His chest rumbled and that deep cello-like voice fell over my ears. My panties grew wet. Shit. Shit. I hoped he didn’t smell my arousal but that was just plain stupid, wishful thinking. As werewolves our olfactory senses were supernatural. He chuckled, leaned over my ear again and licked my earlobe.
“What about you?” I asked, trying my best to lean away, but failing as hell. I wanted more. Why was this happening to me? For God’s sake, I was promised to Kevin. I should be a good she-wolf. His fingers touched my bare back lightly and excitement rolled off my skin. I was falling into Dante’s inferno. His touch made me ache for more.
He laughed. “I look after my father’s business,” he replied, pulling away from me, and I stifled a reluctant cry. My gaze went back to him. His laughter was seductive, though it sounded slightly crazed.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked and gulped down the entire Martini in one go. It hit my head. Two glasses down and that something which had stirred inside me, relaxed.
He gazed into my eyes and said, “Because I am certain of one thing tonight.”
“What?”
“You will end up beneath me.”
I jerked my head back as surprise blossomed in me. No one had talked this dirty with me before. He was messing with my mind, body and soul. I could feel how hot my cheeks were. I moved slightly to leave, but he caught my upper elbow. “Are you fleeing, sweetie?” He challenged me.
Though I didn’t have too many memories of my younger self, I remembered someone challenging me to jump down from a tree, and I had jumped. I remember giggling against his shoulder when he caught me in his arms. I don’t know who he was, because his face had become hazy with time.
“I am not,” I breathed and looked at Nicole who was nowhere to be seen. Shit. I should have known.
“Then let’s see where this leads us, sweetie,” he said in a dominating voice that I wanted to submit to. He stood up and pulled me in front of him.
I realized he was so tall and muscular in front of me. I practically reached his shoulders. He held my hand tightly and dragged me out of the bar. I followed him, entranced.
Right now, we were standing in front of the Blue Sapphire Hotel, a seven star that was owned by the Alpha of the pack. We had recently moved here and the only thing that Nicole had warned me about was the Alpha’s sons. She had said that they were dark, filthy rich people with too many secrets. No one messed up with them. The hotel shouted of their wealth. It was a majestic building of black marble and tinted glasses. Well-manicured lawns sprawled all around it.
When I stepped out of a private elevator, I saw only one giant door in the entire floor. It was the presidential suite. I stepped into the suite, and turned to him, determined that this won't happen again. I said, “This is only a one-time fling.” But he spun me around and pressed me against his very chest and a harder length that was like a brand on my hips and back. He curled his other hand around my throat, pinning me.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, his voice a guttural growl, his shoulders tense.
“I am.”
And the moment I said that, he lifted me off the floor. The suite was still shrouded in darkness.
The way Apollo’s chest rumbled, it sent vibrations down my back. And his massive erection against the small of my back sent shivers in my belly. I could feel my breasts becoming heavy with need. My breath became shallow. The room was so dark that a small ray of blue light from an advertisement board outside, peeped from an open slit of a curtain lit it up in gray shades. When he set me down on my feet next to what looked like a bed, he slid me down his length. His hold on my nape was so strong that it didn’t leave room for movement. He was too dominating and all consuming. I should have been running from this situation, because I was a good girl. But why was I feeling those delightful tremors down my body? He bent down to lean over my ear and bit my earlobe and grazed his fangs over them. Gods above. Why was I liking it? I was held hostage. Was so
When I woke up next, I felt a heavy weight across my waist. Shit. I must have slept so deeply that I wasn’t awakened by my usual nightmares. I blinked at the dim light of the bedside table lamp. I turned my face to the side and found myself looking into the man who I met last night. My throat became paper dry when I saw that he was naked. I looked down and saw that my gown was still on, bunched up on my waist. Damn it. My heart raced, when I recalled what we did last evening. My eyes drifted from his face to his torso and I saw a tattoo. It was that of a wolf entwined in rose vines with thorns. It covered all of his left chest and a portion of his biceps. It was difficult to look away. It was a tattoo that left me with a lot of questions. But I had to ask them later, that is if we ever meet again. I was resolved never to meet him again. His hair had fallen over his forehead and I had this strong urg
“Sometimes, Apollo teaches football to the young kids!” Nicole said. “Oh shit!” she cried. “He is coming this way. Run and hide!”I managed to look behind and saw that Apollo was coming this way. The crowd parted for him as it fell into a stunning silence.“Run Lisa!” she urged. “I ran as fast as I could, but I was slower. Apollo came to us soon enough and blocked us from running. He stood right in front of me and my eyes zeroed in on his yummy cleft. He stared at me with cold eyes and the moment my gaze shifted to his eyes, I was terrified. My mind goaded me to run away from him. I had to hide. I couldn’t afford to expose myself.With his eyes fixed on me and without looking at Nicole, he his
Apollo’s POVMy fingers balled into tight fists as soon as I arrived in front of the bar. I was stiff, all but snarling. My blood was heated as shock bolted through my body and I broke into cold sweat. An exquisite scent hit my nostrils. Orange blossoms and sweet spicy. It was so exquisite that my heart raced and adrenaline coursed wildly through me.My mate.Her pull was crazy. My stomach knotted and my throat became dry like a dessert. There was an aching need that suffocated me. My need for her. I needed her so bad that it hurt. Every muscle in my body became taut. Every second that I wasn’t with her seemed like eternity. It felt like a lifetime of torture. I wanted to howl in ecstasy.And at this point of time, I knew that all my nightmares and traumas would
As if instinctively, Natasha curled her hand around my shirt and pulled me closer in her sleep. Now my body shivered for a different reason. Revenge that I had planned all those years, surfaced. With my heart racing, I looked down at the face I realized I had come to hate and I tasted fury at the back of my throat. Anger and distrust swelled inside like a storm in the eye of the ocean. It was so consuming that I wanted to wake her up and shake her. My hands went to her head in the hope of threading my fingers in her hair and yanking her down, but I found myself holding the back of her head with my shaky hands. While she lay in my protective embrace, I seethed in my rage. She moved a little and I froze when she buried her head in my chest. I needed to get away from her, kick her out, or kill her, but all I could do was feel her soft breath on my skin as she slumbered. I placed my head over hers as I
Natasha POV The class got over and I realized that I had much to catch up. As such transitioning from homeschooling to a proper high school was difficult for me. I really didn’t have any inclination to get any more attention and so I packed my bags quickly and looked at Nicole who was zipping her bag. She moved her chin to the exit gesturing me to go. Honestly, I wanted to leave this scholl and this pack after today’s incidents. I intended to have a word with my aunt and uncle. BMHS was the pack school that was a part of a larger building that consisted of the pre-K school and the college. It was a giant monstrosity of a brick building with great interiors. The gardens were lined with woods and their perimeter was full of seasonal herbs and flowers, emitting intoxicating fragrance.
My stomach plummeted and terror seeped inside my skin. For the love of God, what was he doing here? The way he was leaning against the car, it was as if he knew that I was in detention. Did he wait for me to come out? Did Rita fill him with her skewed version of the story? I realized that he was waiting for me to get even. My knees started shaking but I couldn’t show that I was weak, so I continued to walk to my car. When I neared Apollo, his woodsy and male musk scent flooded my nostrils and a muscle tingled in my core. Shit. Shit. I ignored him and opened the driver’s door but Apollo caught my bag and tossed it on the ground. Before I could protest, he spun me around against his chest. I yelped. “You are the stupidest girl I have ever seen,” he growled. “It seems your girlfriend has alre
I closed my eyes as he rubbed my clit while pressing my core. The sensation was so consuming that I chased my orgasm. I felt like an addict. I held his forearms and dug my nails in them. My thighs began to shiver as a tingle ran down my spine and just as it was about to touch the heat that had pooled in my belly and explode into an orgasm, Apollo removed his fingers.“Nooooo!” I cried, missing his fingers. This was frustrating, agonizing.But Apollo had other plans. He spun me around and pushed me to kneel in front of him. “You won't get your release, Natasha, but you have to take care of this.” He opened his belt, unzipped and lowered his pants. His massive erection sprung free. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.I stared in awe at his huge length—the most bea