Chapter 2

Velvet’s POV

I woke up drenched in sweat, my breath coming out in soft, uneven gasps.

For a moment, I just lay there—warm, trembling, and confused—before the cold cling of my panties made everything snap back into place.

Oh goddess.

I parted my legs and looked down.

Soaked.

Not just damp.

Not cute.

Utterly ruined.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as memories of last night’s dream surged through me.

Zavian.

His voice, his hands, his weight pressing me into the bed…

It felt  too real. Too vivid. Too dangerous.

“Moon goddess…” I groaned, dragging a shaky hand down my face. “Why him?”

I barely had time to process the embarrassment when a familiar deep voice drifted through my open window.

“Haha… you still have it in you. I thought you’d have lost your touch by now.”

“I practice often,” Zavian replied.

My heart stopped.

My head snapped toward the window, and I rushed over. I peeked through the curtains—

And froze.

My father and Zavian stood outside, shirtless, muscles flexing beneath the morning sun. They were sparring, their movements sharp and disciplined.

But all I could see was him.

Zavian.

His shoulders rolled smoothly with each punch. His back rippled when he dodged.

His thighs—goddess—they strained against the fabric of his shorts, thick, powerful, deliciously shaped.

And then… the bulge.

My breath hitched.

My thighs squeezed together instinctively.

The image of his cock from last night flashed across my mind—heavy, veined, massive.

My wolf whimpered with longing.

I couldn’t look away. My gaze traveled down his torso, then lower—

And his head snapped up.

Straight. At. Me.

I gasped softly, dropped the curtain, and stumbled backward like it burned me.

My heart slammed in my chest.

Did he see me staring?

Did he feel it?

I collapsed onto my bed, trembling from the intensity coursing through me. My wolf paced, restless, needy, desperate to be touched by him.

A warm trail slid down my inner thigh.

“Fuck…” I whispered as I felt the wetness gather again.

I pulled my panties aside, letting the cold air from the AC hit my slick folds—it made me shudder violently.

My fingers moved before I could stop them, instinctive, hungry, searching for relief.

I imagined—no, felt—Zavian’s hand replacing mine.

His touch.

His dominance.

His calloused fingers dragging gently over my swollen clit.

My other hand cupped my breast, squeezing until my nipple tingled painfully. A soft whimper escaped me.

His voice echoed in my head.

Velvet…

The way he said my name last night…

My fingers moved faster.

I was losing myself in it.

I imagined him pushing me onto the mattress, caging me with his body, stealing my breath with his heat. I could almost feel his lips crashing into mine—deep, hot, demanding.

His weight pressing me down.

His thighs parting mine.

His large hand sliding between my legs, exploring me like he owned me.

My hips lifted off the bed as I moaned his name, breathless and helpless.

“Zavian…”

My back arched.

Pleasure crashed through me in a violent wave.

“Ohh—fuck! Yes… Zavian—!”

My orgasm rippled through me so hard I couldn’t hold back the cry.

I writhed, gasping, trembling, riding the high shamelessly.

It only faded after long, long moments—leaving me trembling, flushed, my skin slick with sweat and the room thick with the scent of sex.

I was still panting when the door burst open.

Bang.

My soul left my body.

“What the fuck?” Zavian growled through clenched teeth.

I scrambled upright, chest heaving, hair a mess—and realized my nightwear had slid below my breasts.

My nipples were fully exposed.

My legs were spread.

My hand was still between my thighs.

Oh goddess.

Kill me now.

I lifted my chin defiantly. Embarrassment burned through me, but something hotter pulsed beneath it.

“Can’t you knock?” I tried, voice shaky. “It’s not gentlemanly to barge into a girl’s room.”

“That’s rich,” he said darkly. “Coming from someone screaming her father’s best friend’s name loud enough to shake the house.”

I swallowed. Hard.

He stepped inside and closed the door.

His gaze pinned me to the bed like a physical force.

“I heard you,” he continued, his voice low and dangerous. “Every sound. Every moan. Every time you cried my name like you were falling apart.”

My thighs pressed together automatically.

He noticed.

“That still doesn’t explain why you barged in,” I whispered.

“I thought you were in trouble,” he said simply. “Calling for me.”

Then he smirked. “Who knew you were just… enjoying yourself?”

He sat on the edge of my bed, arms crossed, looking too big, too hard, too tempting. My breath trembled.

I slid off the bed and stood in front of him, lowering my gaze like a disobedient student waiting to be punished.

“Alpha Zavian…” I began softly. “Please don’t tell my dad what you saw.”

His eyebrow arched.

“What makes you think I’d keep this from him?”

“Because…” I stepped closer. “I can give you something in return.”

His eyes darkened immediately.

“You want to buy my silence?” he murmured. “Little girl, you can’t afford it.”

“I want to try.”

He leaned back, legs slightly spread, towering even while seated.

“Then show me,” he said quietly. “What do you think you have that I want?”

I didn’t hesitate.

I stepped between his legs—heart pounding, skin buzzing—and pressed my hand against his cock through his shorts.

His jaw tensed.

A faint inhale escaped him.

Before he could react, I pulled it out.

And gods…

It was even bigger than I remembered.

Warm, heavy, hard.

My fingers wrapped around him but barely covered a third. Just touching it made my whole body tingle.

I lowered my head slowly… and licked the bead of precum at the tip.

A low noise escaped his throat.

He shifted, then shoved his shorts down himself, freeing his full length.

I licked up his entire shaft, tracing every vein, tasting every inch.

When I took him into my mouth, his hands flew to my hair.

I worked him clumsily, hungrily—tongue swirling around the sensitive head, lips stretched wide, my throat tightening as I tried to take him deeper. My inexperience only made him groan harder.

I cupped his balls, sucking one into my mouth gently.

He trembled.

His hold on my hair tightened.

He squeezed my breasts when I guided his hand there, pinching my nipples until I moaned against his cock.

I felt his breathing change.

His hips tensed.

Then—

A rough grunt.

A sharp pull on my hair.

His cock pulsed on my tongue—

—and he came deep in my throat.

I swallowed as much as I could, pulling back only when I needed air.

Cum dripped down my lip as I stood, breath heavy, nipples hard.

I met his gaze.

“Is this enough,” I asked softly, “to buy your silence?”