EVEN AFTER THE HOT SEX

SALOME

The memory of the passion I had shared with Alpha Williams continued to burn in my mind long after he left the palace for work. The quiet bedroom felt charged with a lingering heat that made my skin prickle. Salome, the former maid, had truly belonged to the Alpha. If anyone had told me months ago, while I was scrubbing floorboards on my hands and knees, that I would be bound to the most powerful wolf in the pack like this, I would have thought they were insane. But this was the path the Goddess of the Moon had paved for me.

Williams was unbelievable in bed. Thinking about the sheer intensity of his touch, the weight of his broad chest against mine, and the way he took me made my pulse race all over again. A sudden, deep ache bloomed between my thighs, so intense that staying in my clothes felt impossible.

I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my dress, letting the fabric drop to the floor. Standing naked in the center of the quiet room, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. My breasts were firm, round, and high, my skin smooth, and my body held a natural softness that seemed to drive Williams wild.

I moved back toward the bed and lay down on the cool sheets, my legs naturally spreading apart. When I touched myself, I was already dripping wet. My fingers slid easily across my swollen lips. I had never done anything like this before in my entire life—I had never felt a hunger so raw and desperate. I parted my legs wider, pushing my fingers deep inside my own warmth, searching for relief. As I moved them deeper, the sensation only fed the fire. I wanted more. I wanted to be completely filled, as if my body were begging to swallow everything it could hold.

A few minutes later, a sharp wave of pleasure crashed over me. My hips bucked off the mattress, a breathy gasp escaping my throat as my inner muscles clenched tightly. The intense release left me shivering on the bed, feeling temporarily satisfied, but deep down, I knew self-touch wasn't enough. I didn't just want a quick release, I wanted the raw, heavy, unrestrained action only Alpha Williams could give me.

Lying there as my breathing slowed down, a strange realization settled in my mind. Now I finally understood why Miriam was so completely obsessed with him, why she couldn't let him go even after their divorce. She had possessed this incredible, powerful man all to herself for years, yet she had mistreated him, nagged him, and taken him for granted. She had a diamond in her hands and treated it like dirt.

Well, I am not Miriam, I swore to myself, tightening my fists against the bedsheets. I am never going to let this man go. I am going to hold onto him with everything I have.

When evening approached, I decided to take total control of the night. Remembering how his eyes had darkened with instant lust when he saw me naked that morning, I chose not to wear any lingerie or nightgowns. I showered, rubbed scented oils into my skin, and lay across the grand bed completely nude, waiting for my husband.

It was late when the faint sound of his heavy leather boots echoed down the hallway.

The bedroom door opened, and Alpha Williams stepped inside. He looked exhausted, his tie loosened and his jacket slung over his shoulder, but the moment his eyes landed on the bed, he froze. The fatigue vanished from his face in an instant, replaced by a dark, predatory hunger.

He didn't say a word. He tossed his jacket onto the floor and dived straight onto the bed, his heavy body crushing me into the mattress.

Before I could even process his weight, he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. He didn't even bother to take his trousers all the way off—he simply unzipped them, shoved them down past his thighs, and lined his massive, fully erect length against my wet entrance.

Without waiting, he drove himself deep inside me from behind in one powerful, swift motion.

"Ahhh! Williams!" I screamed out his name, my fingers frantically digging into the silk bedsheets as the sudden, deep stretch sent shockwaves through my entire body.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Salome," he growled low in his throat, his broad hands gripping my hips tightly, leaving red marks on my skin as he began to pound into me with heavy, relentless thrusts.

"Go harder, baby! Harder!" I cried out, abandoning all restraint, arching my back to meet every single brutal push.

He didn't hold back. Williams loved it rough, and tonight he took me with an intense, dominant power that rattled the heavy headboard against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our loud, ragged breathing filled the room for three long, agonizingly sweet rounds. He took me from behind, flipped me over to ride him, and then pinned my wrists above my head until we both shattered together in a deafening, breathless climax that left us both drenched in sweat.

When it was over, Williams didn't immediately pull away or rush to shower. He lay beside me, breathing heavily, his dark hair messy against his forehead.

"Are you hungry?" I asked softly, resting my hand on his chest, watching his heart beat rapidly beneath his skin. "I made a stew earlier. It's downstairs."

Williams looked down at me, his eyes softening in a way I hadn't seen in weeks. "Bring it up," he said quietly.

My heart did a happy flip. I wrapped a robe around myself, ran down to the kitchen, and brought back a warm tray of beef stew and fresh bread. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched with a swelling chest as Williams ate every single bite. It was the very first time since our wedding that he had actually eaten the food I prepared for him.

A wave of pure joy washed over me. Slowly but surely, I am getting my man back.

After finishing the meal, Williams set the tray aside, pulled off the rest of his clothes, and pulled me back into his arms. We fell asleep completely naked, tangled tightly in the messy sheets, his heavy arm wrapped securely around my waist and his hard, resting length pressing warmly against my rear.

The next morning, the soft golden light of dawn was just beginning to peek through the tall windows. I was still half-asleep, comfortably warm, wrapped naked around my husband as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

Suddenly, without a knock or a single word of warning, the brass handle clicked, and the heavy bedroom door swung wide open.

"Williams, we need to discuss the PR statement for the board right now—"

The voice cut off sharply.

I snapped my eyes open, gasping as the cold morning air hit my shoulders. Standing right in the doorway, holding a stack of legal folders in her hands, was Miriam.

She stood frozen in the entrance, her jaw dropping as her eyes swept over the scene in front of her. Williams and I were tangled together in the middle of the grand bed, completely stripped of our clothes, the sheets barely covering my lower body, with his arm pinned firmly across my chest.

An instant, blinding fury erupted in my chest. This was the Alpha's private master suite—the most sacred space in the entire pack estate. She had marched right into our bedroom without knocking, showing zero respect for me, for Williams, or for the boundaries of this house.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" Williams’s deep voice boomed like thunder through the quiet room, startling even the air around us.

He sat up abruptly, shielding my naked body with his broad back as he grabbed the top sheet and pulled it up over my chest. His face was twisted in pure, terrifying rage, his eyes flashing dangerous gold as his Alpha aura flared wildly.

Miriam’s face flushed a deep, humiliating red, her confidence crumbling as she took an involuntary step back toward the hallway. "I... the downstairs guards said you were awake, and the front door was unlocked, so I—"

"Get the fuck out!" Williams roared, his voice shaking the glass in the windows. "You do not step foot into my private quarters! Ever!"

"Williams, it's just about the hockey press release—" Miriam stammered, her hands trembling around her folders as she tried to save face, but her eyes kept darting past his shoulder to where I was sitting.

I didn't hide behind Williams this time.

I sat up straight, pulling the sheet tightly around my bust, staring directly into Miriam’s eyes with a cold, unwavering glare. The timid, quiet maid she thought she could bully was completely gone. I was the Luna of this pack, lying in my husband’s bed, while she was nothing more than an unwelcome trespasser clinging to a past that was no longer hers.

"You heard my husband, Miriam," I said, my voice cutting through the tension, calm, sharp, and dripping with authority. "Get out of our room."

Miriam glared at me, her lips trembling with bitter hatred, but seeing the dark rage on Williams’s face, she slammed her folder against her side, turned on her heel, and hurried out down the hallway.

I expected Williams to pull me close, to reassure me and curse the guards who had let her march upstairs. But instead, his face went completely pale. The terrifying Alpha aura that had filled the room just a second ago instantly vanished, replaced by a strange, frantic panic.

Without saying a single word to me, without even looking back at the bed where I sat completely naked, Williams threw off the covers. He grabbed his trousers, pulled them on hastily, shoved his arms into his shirt without bothering to button it, and rushed straight out the open door after her.

"Miriam, wait!" his voice echoed down the corridor, laced with an urgency he had never once shown for me.

The heavy bedroom door remained wide open, swinging gently in the cold breeze. His rushed footsteps faded down the grand staircase, followed by the distant sound of his voice pleading with her in the downstairs foyer.

I sat frozen in the center of the vast, messy bed. The sheets beneath me were still warm from our bodies, still smelling of our shared sweat and morning passion, but the air around me felt colder than ice.

The high of the last twelve hours crumbled to dust in a single second. The rough, passionate sex, the three rounds that shook the headboard, the way he ate my food, and the sweet touch of his hands on my skin—all of it shattered.

He had defended our room for three seconds, only to abandon me naked in our bed the moment she walked away. He had ran after her.

I slowly pulled the white sheet up to my collarbone, burying my face in my knees as the quiet, hollow silence of the master suite wrapped around me once again. A single, bitter tear slipped down my cheek, hitting the mattress. I didn't scream or sob this time. The realization just sat heavy and lethal in my chest, no matter how good I made him feel in bed, no matter how clean I kept his house or how dutiful I was as his Luna, the moment Miriam turned her back, Alpha Williams would always run after her.