The Night We Shouldn’t Have

Jay

Moonlight spills through the tall window of her father’s office and lands on Madison. It brushes across the warm gold of her skin, lighting the curve of her breasts and the hollow of her throat in a way that makes it impossible to look anywhere else.

Madison’s legs tighten around my waist where she sits on the edge of the desk, the movement pulling me closer until our bodies press flush together. My cock throbs beneath my pants, painfully aware of every inch of her pressed against me.

My hands slide instinctively to her hips, fingers curling into the soft curve of them as I stare down at her.

Moon Goddess. I’ve known this girl my whole life.

And now she’s sitting here in front of me in a dress that barely covers the top of her thighs, something dangerous glinting in her eyes, her breathing uneven like she already knows we’ll both regret.

“Still time to walk out,” I say quietly. My voice comes out rougher than I meant it to.

Madison tilts her chin up slightly. That stubborn little lift I’ve always recognized. “Are you going to?”

No.

Moon Goddess, no.

But I don’t say that. I’ve thought about this more times than I’d ever admit.

My hands slide up under her dress, gripping her hips as she gasps against my mouth.

Instead, my hands tighten just slightly on her hips. She feels it. I see it in the way her breath catches. The tension snaps a second later.

She grabs the front of my black button-up again and pulls me down. This kiss is nothing like the one downstairs. That one had shock in it, hesitation even.

This one is hungry. Years of something unspoken finally finding its way out.

My hands slide into her hair as I deepen the kiss, pulling her closer until she lets out a soft moan against my mouth.

It hits me like a shot of adrenaline. The need to devour her.

My body reacts immediately. Hell, I could probably finish just from the way she’s pressed against me.

She feels it too. My length hardens beneath my jeans, and her hips roll forward in response, slow and deliberate. Taunting me like a fucking dare.

Laughter erupts downstairs, the sound rolling up through the floorboards along with someone shouting about the number one pick. The party is for Nash Walker—heir to Ironclaw Pack, my best friend, the guy who just got drafted first overall in the NHL this afternoon. The whole pack is downstairs celebrating him, drinking his beer and chanting his name like he’s already a legend. And I’m up here in his father’s office with his sister wrapped around my waist, about to betray him in the worst possible way.

If he walked through that door right now, I’d deserve whatever happened next.

I pull back just enough to breathe, forehead pressing briefly to hers.

“This is a terrible idea,” I mutter.

Madison laughs softly under her breath. “You keep saying that… and you keep not leaving.”

Her eyes flick up to mine. Something unreadable flashes through them.

My gaze drifts over her face slowly.

Her cheeks are flushed. Her lips swollen slightly from kissing. Hair a little messy where my hands were tangled in it.

She looks—

Mine.

The thought hits hard enough to make my chest tighten.  Dangerous thought. Wrong thought.  I shake it off.

My mouth trails down along her jawline, slow and deliberate, feeling the way her pulse jumps beneath my lips.

Madison inhales sharply, her fingertips raking into the back of my hair as she grips tighter.

I shift closer, letting my mouth brush the sensitive spot just below her ear. She shivers instantly, her breath catching against my cheek.

A low sound escapes her when I move lower.

I press small kisses down the long column of her neck, taking my time, feeling the heat of her skin under my mouth. My canines push forward slightly, barely grazing her collarbone as I trail downward.

She hooks her fingers into the top of her strapless dress and slowly pulls the fabric down. The soft curve of her breasts spills free, and every coherent thought in my head disappears.

My wolf roars inside my chest, the sound echoing through every nerve in my body.

I lower my head slightly, my tongue tracing her perfect pink nipples. Her arms fall back to catch her weight, palms pressing into the desk as she arches toward me. Her chest rising in a silent plea.

“Jay.”

The way she says my name nearly wrecks me.

My hand slides down the flat plane of her stomach, fingers grazing against the delicate lace of her panties. She’s fucking drenched, which only makes my dick thicken.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her core. Her body trembles beneath my warm breath.

My finger hooks the fabric and I tug it free in one swift motion. Her pussy glistens under the moonlight and something primal snaps inside me. I need to know if she tastes the way I’ve always imagined she would.

“Watch me,” I tell her.

I want this moment seared into her memory, ruined for every man who comes after me.

A tiny breath hitches as her hazel eyes meet mine, those tiny flecks of green and gold flashing in the moonlight. I’ve seen these eyes a thousand times before. But not like this. Not looking at me like that.

Because the way she’s staring at me right now doesn’t feel like the little sister of my best friend or the daughter of my Alpha.

My tongue lazily rakes over her clit and she lets out a loud moan she can’t surpress. A jolt of pleasure ripples through me like shock waves.

Her juices seep into my mouth as the tip of my tongue plays with her sweet bud. She tastes like something I’m never going to be able to give up. I press small circles against her, her small pants echoing around the room until she’s an unravelled mess. A vision of absolute perfection.

Pushing her hips down firmly against the desk, I line my cock against her entrance. Little quivers slipped from her plump lips, delirious with need. “Look at this greedy little pussy,” I say, rubbing my head against her tight hole.

“Please, Jay,” she breathes, her voice breaking. “Please.”

Good Goddess. This girl is going to destroy me.

I plunge my cock deep into her, feeling her stretch around my girth. Each thrust came with a growl, making the movement more intense than the last.

Tiny flecks of green and gold swirl through her eyes like sunlight caught in whiskey, shifting a touch with every thrust inside of her.

Like she’s branding herself into my soul.

Her fingernails dig deep into my back, the mix of pain and pleasure bursting behind my eyes.

Madison’s fingers tighten against my shoulders, holding on like she’s afraid the moment might vanish if she lets go.

I feel it too.

That strange pull, deeper than desire, deeper than the reckless mistake we both know this is.

Her pussy clenches around my cock and everything detonates around me. Lighting surges through my veins as I spill into her, filling her up with my cum.

Madison collapses against the desk, sending papers sliding everywhere. Her mascara is smudged, her breathing uneven but somehow she still looks like an angel.

Downstairs the pack is still celebrating Nash.

The worst part isn’t what just happened.

It’s the fact that I’d do it again, a thousand times over.

Because now that I’ve had Madison Walker once…

I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.