No strings.

Anastasia.

The pain is too much to bear. I close my eyes as my womb contracts. Searing heat courses through my body. My underwear is soaking wet. 

I need an escape to all the pain I'm feeling. I turn to Levi. He's doing his best to not be bothered by the scent of my heat.

I lock my knees even tighter. I know doing that does not make any much difference, but it sends a message across. I am off limits.

The pain crashes through me and I start to wonder if I am really off limits. It hits home one more time and I give up my defence.

"Help me". I hear myself murmur as I part my legs.

He looks at me with dark eyes. He wants me but he is fighting it. I know we hate each other, but I can't think of any other way to relieve myself.

I can sense his wolf. I should not be able to, but I can. It makes me wonder if our mate bond is actually broken.

His wolf wants me. My wolf wants his wolf as well. But, we don't want each other.

He reaches out and touches my knee. His touch feels so good that I start feeling like a slut.

He runs his hands up and down my thighs and I go crazy. Is he really going to put me out of my misery? He should know that there are no strings attached. No one can know about it. 

My thoughts are too mushed up to get any words out.

"Please. Don't stop". I hear myself begging.

We are in a car for crying out loud! How is he supposed to fuck away my heat in such a limited space? If this is fate trying to bring us together, fuck fate. I will never be with Levi, even after this.

His eyes go even darker. I want to know what he is thinking. 

He slips a hand between my thighs and I gasp at the warm feel of his hands. I part my legs even wider. His long fingers slip even farther until they encounter my wet underwear. He slips his hand past my underwear and touches me there.

I jerk at his foreign yet wonderful touch. I lean my head back and look into his eyes. His eyes are full of lust. 

He slips a finger into me and I moan in pure delight. It feels so heavenly. But, I need the real deal to get myself off. I don't want the act to drag on longer than it should. I pull on his belt. He grabs my hand and pins it against the chair.

He knocks on the driver's screen.

"Take the lady and I to my house instead. There has been a change of plans". He says.

I know I should protest, but my needs cloud my better judgement. As he keeps stroking me, I can not even think clearly.

He adds another finger and I hold his hand.

He looks up at me and tries to pull back his hand. My grip on his hand tightens. I hold his hand in place. I am still trying to get used to his invasive touch. I know that when I am out of my heat, I will hate myself. The person I hate the most in the world is touching me so sensitively. How would I live with myself after this.

He says nothing, he just watches me. I slowly inch his hand back inside and release it.

A smug smile tugs the corner of his lips. I can't help feeling like a slut. He probably thinks I am one.

He uses his thumb to rub my sensitive nub and I moan again. He covers my mouth with his free hand so that his driver would not hear. He is even trying to protect my dignity.

The car pulls up in front of his house and I suddenly become nervous. There is no turning back now.

He withdraws his hand and covers my dress. I moan at the loss of his hands.

The driver opens the door. I accept his hand and come out of the car. As the cold air rushes over me, I realize that I've been sweating.

Levi offers me his hand. I initially don't want to take it, but the pain comes again and my knees feel like they will buckle beneath me.

I take his arm to steady myself. He bends and picks me up in his arms.

"I hope your driver would not talk". I struggle to say.

"Don't worry about him". Is all he says.

He takes me his bedroom downstairs and kicks the door closed.

He tosses me on the bed and I prop myself on my elbows.

He removes his tie and tosses it away. His eyes never leave mine. He comes forward and grabs my ankle. He slides my heels off and drops them on the floor. He then yanks my legs apart. He pushes my dress down to my waist. I get up so he can pull the dress over my head. I feel so heated up. 

I am left in my matching lace bra and panties. His eyes roam over me hungrily.

Those arrogant eyes of his.

He leans forward and presses me down. He slips his hand underneath me and removes my bra. Cold air makes goosebumps rise on my breasts. He takes in a breath as he takes one in his mouth. I grasp his shoulders as pleasure shoots through me. 

He grabs my two wrists and pins them above my head.

He is not even trying to be tender, not like I expected him to be, though.

He does not want me to touch him. I can live with that.

He slides my panties down. There is no turning back now.

I watch him toss it on the floor.

He dips one finger into me and stops to look into my eyes.

"Are you

sure you want to do this with me?" He asks.