Chapter 3

Emma's POV 

I downed the fifth glass of alcohol I had been served at the bar, the bartender pouring according to my request, the number of glasses dictated by the money I had paid.

There was still some left in the glass, but I was already too drunk to continue.

“Are you alright, young lady?” the bartender asked, approaching me at the counter. I ignored him. The neon lights burned my eyes, the loud, pulsating music rattled my skull and I didn’t care about anyone or anything.

The tears didn’t stop. Each time they fell, I couldn’t bring myself to wipe them away. Tonight was supposed to be the eve of my mother’s remarriage, but here I was, drowning my misery in alcohol, hoping that the burn would dull the ache inside.

I stumbled to my feet, the smell of booze rippling through the air, clawing at my nose. I couldn’t stand the laughter and dancing anymore . Nor the false joy of the crowd. All I wanted was to rest my head, to cry alone until my eyes refused to shed another drop.

I made my way to the room I had booked beforehand, the one I had reserved before Ronan’s words had tried to crush the last spark of life inside me.

When I reached the room, drowsy and swaying, I collapsed onto the bed. Drunk and dizzy. I didn’t care if my clothes were on or off. I didn’t bother turning on the heater, even as the cold crept through me. All I wanted was sleep. To escape and forget. Forget everything that weighed down my chest and threatened to burn me from the inside out.

The memories haunted me relentlessly, the realization that for two whole years, I had been nothing but a body Ronan used for a bet, a conquest to boast about. Two years of trust and love, and I never saw through him. Never doubted him, not even once.

More tears rolled down my cheeks, spilling onto the bed as I shifted, trying to find some comfort and a position that might numb the pain.

And then I froze when I saw there was a rigid body beside me.

I hadn’t booked the room with anyone. I didn’t know who it was. Yet I didn’t recoil. My hand moved instinctively and when I reached out, I felt him. His chest, six-pack and muscular body with a masculine scent that clogged my senses.

Two eyes opened in the dim red light of the room, staring at me. He smelled foreign. Drunk and wasted, just like me.

A chill ran through me. The heater I had neglected to turn on was making itself known as the cold seeped in, reminding me that I was exposed. Not that I had a wolf to curl up in, to borrow warmth from if I shifted.

Without thinking, words nor reasoning, I leaned closer. My lips found his. The kiss was desperate, searching and consuming. I didn’t want to break away.

It was as if he was everything I wanted and needed, and yet everything I shouldn’t. I didn’t know him, but I couldn’t refuse him. Couldn’t deny the pull. Couldn’t stop myself from claiming a moment of comfort, warmth and human touch in a world that had just abandoned me.

He returned my kiss with the same intensity, his hands finding me in ways that sent shivers.

Awakening sensations I hadn’t realized were possible. My body responded instantly, heat pooling within me in a way that made the cold in the room irrelevant.

I pressed closer, hands exploring him cautiously, discovering the strength and warmth of his body beneath his robe. Every touch made my heart race, my mind spinning between desire and disbelief. He was unlike anyone I had ever been with—confident and dominant and yet attuned to the subtle tremors of my reactions.

“Please…” I whispered, my voice barely audible between gasps and soft kisses. I didn’t even know what I was asking for, only that I needed him, needed this connection, this release of the tension that had built up. 

He responded with the same urgency, brushing away my doubts with every touch. The warmth of his hands, the strength in his grip, and the way he drew me closer made the world shrink until it was just the two of us.

I could feel my pulse racing, a flood of sensations I hadn’t expected, as if my body recognized something it had been missing. My heart thudded against my chest, my mind momentarily blank, lost entirely in the intoxicating rhythm between us.

His whispers against my ear sent goosebumps across my skin, making my body ache for more. And even though I didn’t know him, I felt a pull toward him I couldn’t resist. Every second felt like both salvation and surrender.

My clit began to throb with full force. A force I couldn't stop, my pussy getting wet just from the contact of his palm with my skin.

I slid one of my hands down his body as I noticed he was only in a robe. Feeling his bulge underneath me and the length of his dick which I was sure was about eight inches. More than Ronan's five which has been unable to touch the crevices of my mould nor fuck me to orgasm just like I had wanted him to when he took my virginity.

But because I had loved him, I had hidden his flaws from him, not wanting him to be upset by his shortcomings in that aspect.

“Fuck me please…” I whispered in between kisses in his mouth as that was all I could feel at the moment. The need for him to kiss me. The need for him to have me. To ruin me.

He slid one of his fingers down my dress and then another followed, finding their way up my panties and grazing just the top of my pussy mould. 

“Ahhhhhh" I let out as the first wave of the sensation from the touch hit me.

I felt hot even though the room was cold. Few minutes ago I had felt nothing but cold but right now, I was hot and needing him to be inside me in order for my desires to be satisfied.

A finger slid into my pussy lips and I arched my back as he began to move it in slow movements, up as then down till it was impossible for me to keep my moans suppressed.

He didn't stop there as he noticed my wetness, raising me up him as he tore off my dress from my body, his hand rubbing my breasts before he took one into his mouth, sucking and biting slowly while the impact of his touch registered, leaving me breathless as I gasped for breath.

“sweet little doveee” he whispered in my ears as his lips left my nipples, his hands moving closer to my laps, he pressed on to my mould, creating space with his fingers which rubbed me relentlessly.

“Little doveee.." he whispered again as he kissed my ears, his fingers sliding smoothly in and out of my pussy now with the lubrication of my wetness.

His speech was draggy as he was equally drunk and when I opened my eyes to take in his face from the darkness, he introduced his dick into my wet and tight pussy.

It was painful at first and he had only been able to get three of his inches in me as my hole was tight. He slowly moved in and out till all of it was inside and once it was, we both gasped from pleasure at the same time as the feeling hit us both.

“Ahhh" I whimpered. “Fuck me please" I pleaded in between moans as he begun to move in and out of me in slow and rhythmic thrusts.