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He pushed in slowly. So slow I felt every thick inch stretch me open until he was buried to the hilt. The burn was exquisite. I felt stuffed, claimed, fuller than I’d ever been. He held still, forehead resting against mine, giving me time to adjust. Only when I rolled my hips, craving more, did he begin to move. Long, deep strokes. Each one hitting the perfect spot. His hand found mine above my head and laced our fingers tightly. The other slid under my thigh, opening me wider so he could sink even deeper. I felt him everywhere.

“Look at me,” he ordered when my eyes started to close. “I want to watch.”

I forced my gaze to stay on his. He didn't break the rhythm, just kept driving into me with a steady, relentless pace until I was moaning on every thrust. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as his cock dragged in and out of my soaked pussy. With our rhythm, I felt sparks of pleasure so intense it made my toes curl.

I’d never been fucked this good before. Every deliberate drag of his cock against my spot was better than anything I’d ever felt before. I never wanted it to stop.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice rough. “Taking every thick inch so fucking well. Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” I managed, voice broken. “So full…, Hugh you’re so deep…”

“More?”

“Yes. Harder. Please… harder…”

He gave exactly what I asked for until the bed creaked and the headboard tapped the wall. The tension built again, higher this time. I felt myself tightening around him, and he groaned.

His voice was low and commanding. “Yes. I want to feel every inch of you.”

His hand slipped between us, thumb finding my swollen, oversensitive clit. Two firm circles and I shattered, crying out as the second orgasm tore through me harder than the first,  clenching tightly around his cock, gushing around him. He followed a moment later, burying himself deep with a low, guttural sound, as he spilled hot and thick cum inside me.

For a long time neither of us moved. He stayed braced above me, both of us breathing hard. Then he carefully eased out, and I felt the warm rush of his cum sliding down my thighs. Like it was the most natural thing, he gathered me against his chest and pulled the sheet over our tangled bodies.

My body still humming, I drifted off to sleep listening to his heartbeat, my mind quiet for the first time in longer than I could remember.

*****

The bright sunlight streaming in from the blinds I forgot to let down yesterday greeted me as I woke up. I raised my hand to block out the light, squinting.

I looked around and realized Hugh was nowhere to be found. Memories of last night flooded back, and a blush threatened to rise but was forced down as disappointment washed over me.

He didn't leave a note behind. He'd just left. I tried not to feel too disappointed as I got out of bed, untangling my legs from the sheets.  I picked up my phone, and the screen lit up with a picture of a smiling Noelle looking back at me. He probably left after seeing the picture of my daughter on my phone. Nothing else made sense; we had such a good time last night.

Sluggishly, I began to pack my things. It was time to leave and get back to reality.

What am I thinking about?

I had responsibilities. I had Noelle. And I was still recovering from the aftermath of my divorce. Now was not the time to be getting distracted by a one-time good time. I tried to force the thoughts away as I packed.

I walked into the bathroom and attempted to wash away the feel of Hugh's hands on my body.

As I packed the rest of my luggage, I saw the Pucci bikini I was supposed to refuse from Hugh yesterday. After a moment’s consideration, I stuffed it into my bags.

I scanned the room one last time, my eyes lingering on the bed. I headed downstairs to the reception area, and while I sorted out my bills and everything, I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hugh, but I didn't till I left.

‘I guess that’s that then’

The flight home was short. Wearing my headphones, I spent the bulk of it thinking about the amount of work waiting on Monday. My short vacation was really over.

I took a cab from the airport home, texting my best friend, Harper.

‘I'm home. I'll come pick up Noelle soon.’

“Where have you been?”

I paused in my tracks when I saw who was standing at my door. Lane Sullivan, my ex-husband. With a very nasty expression on my face, I tucked my phone back into my pocket.

“What are you doing here?” I replied to Lane's question with another.

“I asked where you've been, Zee.” He pushed himself off the wall with a small smile as he walked up to me. I glowered at his approach.

“It's none of your business, Lane… Don't touch me!” I snapped, slapping his hand away... at his attempt to tuck a hair behind my ear.

“Still feisty, I see,” he sighed, backing off. I brushed past him, dragging my suitcase behind me. He looked at it but didn't say anything.

“You refused to reply to my texts and calls, Zee.”

“Can you believe it?” I retorted sarcastically as I fumbled for my keys.

“I want to see my daughter… You've refused to let me see her; that's totally unfair. Don't let what happened between us make my daughter feel like she doesn't have a father figure…”

“She's at Harper’s, I told you that already,” I snapped in irritation.

He suddenly dropped to his knees and grabbed my hand.

“I'm sorry for everything I did to you, Zoe. Just give me a chance to make things right, and I promise I'm going to treat you better. Give us a chance, please. At least for our daughter's sake".

I stared down at him with disgust.

“A cheat like you doesn't deserve to call Noelle your daughter. You really think I'm going to forgive you. You fucking cheated on me with your secretary, and you dare to come here and yap nonsense about wanting to see your daughter.

She was just three years old, Lane, when you asked for a divorce and even conducted the rejection ceremony, severing our mate bond… I'm not letting someone like you anywhere near her. Stay away from her and stay away from me. I'm not going to repeat myself. You don't deserve to call her your daughter when you’ve refused to have a hand in her upbringing…”

“I said I was going to assist you, but you turned down my offer, Zee.” He stood

“Look, I regret what I did to you. Sincerely.”

“I'm not interested in anything that's coming out of your mouth. Leave me alone, Lane.”

He grabbed my hand.

“Please, Zee, just this last time. I'm begging you. I swear on the moon goddess I've broken up with Lena. I'm a changed person now. I want us back, and I want to be a better person for Noelle.”

“It's too late for that now. You should have considered Noelle before you decided to cheat on me with your secretary. I'm not interested in getting back with you, nor am I interested in hearing anything else you have to say. I suggest you leave.” I wriggled my hand out of his grip and pushed the door open.

“Zee…” I slammed the door shut in his face and leaned against it, closing my eyes as I took in a deep breath.

“...one last thing,” he continued through the door, “I need you to accompany me to the next pack’s banquet, Zee. As one last favour. I need you there, and you know that…” he said, desperation seeping into his voice.

Only my mom and my best friend knew about our divorce; nobody else. Even Lane’s parents and family friends. He’d refused to break the news, and I was too busy with Noelle to care. Everyone assumed we were still together, and Lane's work was what was separating us.

“The Alpha is going to be there, and the party requires a plus-one. I can’t show up with someone else. Please, Zee.”

If he had to go to the banquet without me, everyone would know something was wrong.

“If you go with me just this once, Zoe, I promise I'm not going to bother you again.” He promised.

‘One time to put this to an end’

What's the worst that could happen anyway?

In a clipped tone, I finally responded, “Fine”