Chapter 2: The Forbidden Door

NYX.

“That was embarrassing as fuck,” Maya whispered inside my head the second the SUV doors locked and Roy pulled away from my father’s house. Her voice was low, smug, and dripping with the kind of amusement only a wolf who had thoroughly enjoyed the show could manage. “If only you weren’t such a dirty little slut, maybe the Alpha wouldn’t have walked in on you with your fingers buried in your cunt and his name falling out.”

“Like you didn’t enjoy every second of it too,” I muttered under my breath, staring out the passenger window so Roy wouldn’t see how red my face still was.

My thighs were pressed tightly together, the damp evidence of what he’d caught me doing still sticky against my skin.

“What’s that?” Roy asked, glancing over from the driver’s seat. His voice was carefully even, but the muscle in his jaw kept jumping.

“Oh… nothing,” I said quickly, forcing a small, tight smile. “Nothing at all. Just talking to myself.”

“Okay,” he said after a long beat, eyes returning to the road. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Every few minutes I caught the subtle flare of his nostrils, like he was still smelling the arousal that clung to me no matter how many times I shifted in the seat. My wolf preened under the attention even while I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

The rest of the drive to the Stark mansion passed quietly. I kept replaying the exact moment the door had swung open. By the time the big iron gates of the Stark territory swung open, my stomach was in knots and Maya was pacing restlessly beneath my skin.

Roy parked, killed the engine, and came around to open my door like the gentleman he always was around me.

I slid out and followed him up the wide stone steps into the mansion. The place smelled like him and my wolf immediately settled like she had been waiting to breathe him in properly.

He led me up the grand staircase without speaking, then stopped in front of a wooden door on the second floor and pushed it open.

“This is your room,” he said, stepping aside so I could walk in first.

I stepped past him and stopped short. The space was huge with a massive bed with dark gray sheets that looked soft enough to drown in, a desk, a soft rug, and a walk-in closet that already had a few bags sitting neatly inside. Everything was done in the exact shades I liked, deep greens, soft blacks, warm wood.

“I tried as much as possible to design it to your taste,” Roy said from the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. The black shirt he still wore from earlier pulled tight across his shoulders. “If something’s missing or wrong, tell me. I’ll have it fixed before tomorrow morning.”

“Or you could taste me instead,” I murmured, the words slipping out before I could catch them.

“What’s that?” he asked, one dark brow lifting.

“Nothing,” I said, turning away so he wouldn’t see the fresh flush climbing my neck. “The room’s perfect, thank you.”

He watched me for a second longer than necessary, something unreadable moving behind his eyes. “You should shower and get dressed. We’ll have dinner together downstairs in thirty minutes.”

Then he turned and left, closing the door with a soft click.

I stood in the middle of the beautiful room he had apparently prepared for me.

“You heard him,” Maya purred, stretching languidly inside me.

I walked into the attached bathroom, turned the water on as hot as I could stand it, and scrubbed every inch of my skin while the memory of Roy’s eyes on me played on a loop.

By the time I stepped out, wrapped in a towel that smelled faintly of his laundry soap, my decision was already made.

I dug through the bag I had hastily packed and pulled out the sluttiest skirt I owned, short, black, soft fabric that barely covered the curve of my ass.

One small bend and everything would be on full display. Then I chose a sheer black net top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I didn’t wear a bra. My nipples were already hard from the cool air and the anticipation, poking shamelessly through the thin mesh. I left my hair down, still damp and wavy, skipped shoes entirely, and walked barefoot down the long hallway toward the stairs.

Roy was in the kitchen when I reached the bottom, wearing a simple black tank top that showed off the thick, corded muscles of his arms and a pair of dark shorts that sat low on his hips.

My gaze dropped immediately, greedily, to the heavy bulge at the front of those shorts. Even soft, that thing looked like it had to be at least eight inches, maybe more. The kind of cock that would stretch me open and leave me feeling it for days.

I moaned softly under my breath before I could stop the sound.

His head turned at the noise. Those dark eyes swept over me once, starting at my bare feet, climbing the length of my legs, lingering for a beat too long on the tiny skirt, then settling on the net top and the hard points of my nipples.

“Are you ready to eat now?” he asked, voice carefully steady. “Food’s ready.”

“Yes,” I said, sliding onto one of the high stools at the kitchen island and deliberately letting the skirt ride up another inch.

He plated the food himself, perfectly cooked steak, roasted vegetables, a rich sauce that smelled expensive and set a full plate in front of me before taking the seat directly across from me.

We ate in near silence for the first few minutes. The only sounds were the quiet clink of silverware against ceramic and the occasional shift of fabric when one of us moved. I caught him glancing at my nipples more than once. Every time his eyes dropped, my wolf preened and a fresh pulse of heat throbbed between my legs.

“There’s a room at the end of the hall on this floor,” he said eventually, still not looking up from his plate. “The one with the dark wood door and the old lock. You’re not allowed to go in there. Under any circumstances.”

“Fine,” I answered, stabbing a piece of steak with more force than necessary. “I won’t.”

He finally lifted his gaze to mine. For a second the air between us felt charged, like the moment right before a storm breaks. Then he looked away again and we finished the rest of the meal without much more conversation.

When he stood to clear the plates, I watched the way the tank top stretched across the broad muscles of his back and felt my pussy clench. He wanted me, I was almost sure of it.

I went upstairs after helping him load the dishwasher, but I couldn’t stay in the beautiful room he had designed for me. My body was too restless, too hot, too aware of the fact that he was somewhere under the same roof so I went looking.

His bedroom was empty. The lights were off, the big bed was neatly made and the sheets were still smooth.

I checked the study next, then the living room, then the glassed-in training wing that smelled of sweat but it was empty.

Then I remembered the door at the end of the hall.

The one he had specifically told me not to open.

I walked toward it slowly, heart already pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my throat. Soft sounds leaked through the thick wood as I got closer. It was a woman’s voice, breathy and high and full of pleasure. “Yes… just like that…fuck me harder—”

My stomach dropped so violently I felt dizzy. For a second I just stood there, hand hovering over the old brass handle, telling myself to turn around and walk away. My wolf snarled in protest and I pushed the door open without knocking.

The sight punched the air straight out of my lungs.

Roy was completely naked, his powerful body braced over a blonde woman who was bent forward across a wide wooden desk.

His thick cock disappeared into her with every deep thrust, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her fingers were clenched white-knuckled around the edge of the desk. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

My heart stopped.