A Hot Night

SCARLETT

I still couldn’t believe I’d thrown myself at a man like that.

And not just any man – a fucking werewolf.

I paced the small room, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d blame the alcohol, but that would be a lie.

I’ve always been a heavyweight with alcohol and right now, I felt more sober than I’d been in months.

Also, the ache between my thighs and the slickness soaking my panties had nothing to do with beer.

Still. This was a mistake. I didn’t like werewolves. I should leave before he—

The door opened, cutting off my train of thoughts.

I stopped pacing and turned around to see the hot mysterious stranger filling the doorway.

Raw sexual energy rolled off him in waves, suffocating the entire room. One man shouldn’t be allowed this much power and sex appeal at the same time.

He soon closed the door behind him, leaning against it.

As he watched me, my pulse went haywire.

I opened my mouth to call a raincheck, to tell him this was crazy, but the words died in my throat when he spoke.

“Take off your clothes.” He rumbled, voice deep and husky.

“What?” I blinked, stunned.

“I’d like to see you…” he trailed off and arched his brows.

I immediately knew what he was asking. “Scarlett.” I said, goosebumps spreading across my skin.

“Scarlett,” he repeated and the way it rolled off his tongue—low, gravelly—my pussy clenched, leaking fresh wetness into my panties.

As if under a spell, I couldn’t stop myself. I took them off.

When I stood there in just my black lace bra and mismatching panties, he let out a deep, gruff “Fuck…” that made my cheeks burn.

I knew I had a good body, but with Chris cheating, I guess I’d started doubting myself.

But the way he was looking at me right now—like he wanted to devour me whole—made something inside me tremble with need.

He started walking towards me, as graceful and lithe as a panther.

I backed up instinctively, heart racing until my back hit the wall with a soft thud. I gasped.

I was trapped, caged in. And he stood right in front of me, staring down at me like I was prey.

Before I could say anything, his calloused hands ran slowly up my arms, making me shiver violently. Then he cupped my chin and tilted my face up to his.

“I like it rough, Scarlett,” he growled. “Do you like it rough?”

Barely able to breathe, I gulped. “I might…if you tell me your name.”

A slow dangerous grin spread across his face. “Titan.”

“Ti—” The word was captured into his mouth as he took my lips into another kiss.

And for someone who just said he liked it rough, this kiss was anything but.

Agonizingly tender, it took me by surprise and I melted into it, my hands sliding up his neck to grip the soft strands of his hair as I kissed him back.

And just then, he twisted my nipples…hard...through my bra.

I hissed into his mouth as sharp pain shot through me—only for it to bloom into dizzying liquid pleasure that made my knees buckle.

I could only moan desperately into his mouth as he roughly played with my nipples, twisting and pinching them until the sharp mix of pain and pleasure made my head spin.

Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen.

As if he read my mind, he pulled his mouth away from mine and I sucked in much needed air.

As we both panted hard, he began kissing down my body. His mouth was hot and greedy as he bent his head and sucked on my nipple through the lace.

I cried out, my back arching off the wall as intense pleasure shot straight to my core.

He moved to the other nipple, sucking it just as hungrily, grazing his teeth over the sensitive peak until I was a whimpering mess.

Then he dropped to his knees in front of me.

My breath hitched and I could only stare in as Titan buried his nose right against my pussy and took a long, deep sniff, groaning like a man starved.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growled against me.

I trembled violently, barely able to stay standing.

Again, mind-reader that he was, Titan hooked one of my legs over his broad shoulder, opening me up to him.

I was a little embarrassed, but the thought disappeared when he licked a slow strip over my panty-covered pussy.

“Ah!” I moaned as electric shocks detonated throughout my entire body.

My head fell back against the wall, but he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked at me through the soaked fabric until I was shaking and mad with need.

Then I felt his thick fingers slide my panties to the side.

“You’re so wet, Scarlett,” he rasped thickly, spreading me open with two fingers. “Your pretty cunt is dripping for me.”

“Y—” I started to speak but my words dissolved into a choked moan when he slid his tongue right into my quivering hole. “Ahhh!”

He tongue fucked my pussy like he was claiming it, licking my fucking walls before pulling out to suck on my clit.

The wet sounds of him eating me out filled the room as he worked me faster, and harder, until my thighs were shaking uncontrollably.

I came hard, crying out his name as pleasure crashed over me in powerful waves. My pussy pulsed against his tongue while he kept licking me through it.

Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the intensity of my orgasm, Titan rose to his feet.

He scooped me up like I weighed nothing and dumped me onto the bed.

I watched, breathless, as he started undressing.

Just like I’d thought, the man was a work of art.

Broad shoulders, sculpted chest and abs covered in dark tattoos, and that delicious happy trail leading down…

I would run my tongue all over it if I wasn’t trying to catch my breath.

As I stared at him, he slowly began to push his boxers down, as if giving me a show.

I smiled, but when his thick, heavy cock sprang free, my jaw went slack.

“Holy shit.”

Tiny metal balls lined both side of his dick in a perfect frenum ladder. It looked intimidating and so fucking hot.

A rich, delicious laughter rumbled out of him as he wrapped one big hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly.

“You like?”

“Uh…” I trembled, my pussy twitching with a confusing mix of fear and raw need.

Licking my lips, I managed to ask. “Will it hurt?”

Grinning, Titan approached the bed with predatory grace. Then he gripped my thighs and spread them wide.

I flushed, biting my lips as his hot gaze settled on my dripping pussy.

“It’s gonna feel so good when I’m stretching this tight little pussy, Kitten.” He rasped, sliding a finger through the wetness in my slit.

I nodded frantically, my mouth watering with the sudden need to suck him.

I wanted to taste that monster cock before he put it in me, but he stopped me with a firm hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down.

“Not now, Kitten. I need to be inside you.”

That said, he began rubbing the mushroom head of his cock up and down my soaked slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering and begging.

“Please, Titan…put it in. I need you.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” He smirked and thrust into me, hard and rough in one powerful stroke.

I moaned in pleasure as he filled me completely, the piercings dragging against my walls in the most insane way.

He fucked me like a man possessed—deep, brutal strokes that had the bed slamming against the wall.

I came hard around him once, and then again, shaking and crying out his name as he pounded me through it.

Sex had never felt this good for me. Not even with Chris.

Finally, with a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding me with heat.

The feeling of his seed splashing against my walls triggered another orgasm and I moaned long and hard, convulsing beneath him.

After our aftershocks began to wear off, Titan collapsed on me, but I didn’t really feel his weight.

As I slowly drifted off, the last hazy through in mind was: I wanted to do this again. It was so fucking good.

When I opened my eyes again, soft morning light was creeping through the blinds.

I turned my head and drank in the sight of the sexy man sleeping beside me.

Who knew dick piercings made sex feel twenty times better?

Smiling, I took in his strong jaw, tousled hair, and powerful body covered in ink.

He was breathtaking.

I brought my hand up to trace one of the ink pattern when reality slammed into me.

Oh god, what did I just do?

This wasn’t why I came to Shadow Ridge dammit!

Cursing under my breath, I jumped out of bed and hurriedly threw on my clothes, feeling like a dirty whore.

I just cremated my father and his ashes were somewhere in a mechanic shop while I was fucking a stranger.

I grabbed my purse, quickly opening it to check for my phone when a deep, sleepy male voice rumbled through the room.

“Where are you going?”