A Night With The Alpha

Mona’s POV:

He pulled back just enough to look at me, a slow, predatory smirk gracing his lips after I’d whispered in his ear.

“Be careful what you wish for, little wolf,” he murmured, the name a dark caress.

My heart stuttered. *Did he just—*

“Who said I was trying to be careful?” I countered, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw.

A deep, rumbling growl of a laugh escaped him. “Do you always flirt this shamelessly with strangers?”

“Only when the stranger looks like he could ruin me in all the best ways,” I breathed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I think you need to—”

I silenced him by pressing my manicured finger to his lips. The contact sent a jolt straight through me.

“Enough talking, handsome,” I whispered, my voice dropping to a plea. “Just take me home.”

His molten gold eyes darkened, holding mine. “That’s a dangerous request.”

A shudder of pure need wracked my core. My thighs clenched at the promise in his gaze.

“Then consider me a willing accomplice to the crime,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. “Now, fulfill it.”

He didn’t move, except to capture the wrist of my hand on his lips, his thumb stroking my pulse point. “Last chance to run, little wolf.”

“I’m not running.”

A dark satisfied smile was my reward. Still holding my wrist, he turned and led me out of the bar, his stride purposeful. We didn’t speak as he guided me across the street and through the rotating doors of the five-star hotel across the street. 

He led me into the luxurious suite and shut the door, the click of the lock echoed in the  quiet.

I was still trying to take it all in. The high ceilings, the view of the city lights. Marcello was rich, but damn, we never stayed in places like this. How the hell was this man even able to afford this? 

"Everything okay?" his voice came from behind me, and I turned.

He was already unbuttoning his shirt, pulling the sleeves down his powerful arms. The fabric fell away.

Fuck.

For a man in his forties, he was a damn masterpiece. The tattoo on his chest was now in full view—a fierce, howling wolf. And his abs... it looked like the man had never missed a gym day in his life.

"Damn," | breathed, the surprise clear in my voice. "I'm more than okay."

A low chuckle escaped him as he tossed his shirt aside.

I closed the distance between us slowly, my gaze locked on his, letting every bit of my want show. When I reached him, I didn't hesitate. I placed my hand firmly on the hardened length straining against his trousers.

I felt him harden even more against my palm, a thick, promising weight.

"Ouuu," | smirked, my voice a husky whisper. "Someone's eager."

He didn't answer with words. Instead, his hands cradled my face, and he bent down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was all consuming. My eyes flew wide in shock for a split second before I melted into it, kissing him back with a desperate, matching hunger.

I hadn't been kissed like this—ruined and remade by a single touch—in years.

As our lips moved in a frantic rhythm, his hands went to his belt, the clink of the buckle a sharp, urgent sound in the quiet room. When his pants dropped, his hardened dick sprang free. He broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me.

*Oh, dear Moon Goddess.*

Before I could even process what was happening, he scooped me up from the floor. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking at the ankles as he carried me to the large bed and laid me down upon it.

He hovered over me, a silhouette of pure power, his eyes glowing like liquid gold in the dim light.

I was still breathless, still drinking him in, when he slowly sank to his knees at the edge of the bed. His hands gripped my thighs, and with a gentle, undeniable authority, he drew me to the very edge and parted my legs, leaving me utterly exposed to his hungry gaze.

His gaze remained locked with mine, a dark, unbreakable gaze, as he slowly pressed two fingers inside me.

A sharp, involuntary moan escaped my lips, my head falling back against the pillows as the sensation overwhelmed me. When I found the strength to look at him again, his eyes had darkened with pure hunger, his fingers setting a relentless, rhythmic pace that made my vision blur.

Fuck.

My eyes rolled back, a silent, gasping plea on my parted lips as he drove me steadily closer to the edge.

Suddenly, the rhythm stopped.

My brows furrowed in confusion, a desperate question forming in my haze. But before it could be uttered, I was shattered by a new sensation-the warm, wet seal of his mouth on my clit, sucking with a devastating, focused intensity. 

My hands fisted in his hair, anchoring myself as the world dissolved into pure feeling. Just as I was certain I would break apart, he shifted.

In one smooth, powerful motion, he replaced his mouth with the hard, insistent pressure of his length, sheathing himself fully within me. He started with a slow, almost torturous pace, letting me feel every inch before steadily building into a driving rhythm that stole the air from my lungs.

"Nngh..." I moaned, my composure shattered. "Please... daddy..please."

He drove into me for what felt like an eternity and an instant, until a guttural groan ripped from his chest and his release flooded into me. He held there for a suspended moment before collapsing onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving as he fought for air.