Chapter Three

Katherine’s POV

I spoke-shouted to the human who was seated at the dimmest part of the club. The music in the background was blasting.

“And what makes you think I would do that?” His rough voice sounded bored.

“Because you wouldn’t dare resist my charms, and I would reward you handsomely.” I retorted my face lifted up with forced bravery.

I needed someone to fuck me senseless,till I forget that godforshaken scumbag and he was a good catch,

I had carefully glanced through every male here and he was the most captivating human. I loved his aura. I could feel my wolf scratching at the back of my mind wanting to be let out but I refused if she wanted to die in heartbreak she could but I need a good fuck to move on.

He arched a brow chuckling darkly. “What reward would that be”

“My skills on the bed,I’m good at riding, you look quite bored and lonely, too handsome to be chilling with just boys” I glanced a little at the man blonde haired man beside him who had his brows raised.

I moved forward without hesitation and slammed my lips on his.

He froze for half a heartbeat, just long enough for me to taste the whiskey on his lips and feel the heat radiating off him, then his hand shot up, fingers tangling hard in my hair, yanking my head back so he could take control of the kiss.

Uh la la I found a man who loved control. Sexy. I picked right.

His mouth was brutal, punishing, like he was pissed I had started something he now had to finish. His teeth scraped my lower lip, tongue shoving past any pretense of gentleness, claiming every inch of space I had offered. When he finally pulled back an inch, his grip in my hair didn’t loosen.

“You’re drunk,” he growled against my mouth, voice low enough that the bass thumping through the club almost swallowed it, but I could hear it clear and fine.

“Drunk enough to know exactly what I want,” I shot back. I pushed him back and straddled him, grinding my hips forward until I felt the hard line of him through his jeans.

“And sober enough to ride you until you forget your own name.”

The corner of his mouth curled, dangerous. “Big fucking talk for a girl who can barely stand”

I laughed, sloppy and reckless, and reached down to palm him through the denim. He was thick, heavy, already straining. “Then take me somewhere I don’t have to stand.”

The blonde haired guy watching us with lazy amusement let out a low whistle, but the guy whose lap I was practically in didn’t even glance over. His eyes stayed locked on mine, stormy and unreadable.

“You want to forget someone tonight?” he asked, thumb brushing roughly over my swollen bottom lip.

My face widened in shock,before I quickly adjusted it. “Fine. But when I’m done with you, the only person you will remember is me.”

He stood up so fast the room tilted. One arm hooked under my thighs, the other around my back, and suddenly I was off the ground, pressed against his chest as he carried me through the crowd like he owned the place. People parted without him saying a word.

He took me back to the hallway and out through the emergency exit. The cold night air hit my skin and I shivered. I had won a shoulder-less gown that could barely cover anything but then his jacket was around my shoulders. And his mouth found its way to my neck, teeth sinking in just hard enough to make me gasp.

“Tell me your safeword,” he muttered against my pulse.

“Red,” I breathed, already fumbling with his belt, I couldn't wait. “But you won’t need it.

He laughed, dark and filthy, and shoved me up against the brick wall of the alley.

“Then hold on, baby. You wanted to cum hard?” His hand slid under my skirt, fingers finding me soaked and ready, he slid in two without warning. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

His fingers pumped me deep and mercilessly. Every thrust of his hand curled just right, his knuckles dragged over that spot inside that made my knees buckle. I clawed at his shoulders, my nails digging through cotton, my hips rolled shamelessly into his palm.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasped, teeth grazing my earlobe. “This pretty cunt’s been begging all night, hasn’t it?”

I could only whine, high and broken, as he added a third finger, stretching me open while his thumb circled my clit in tight, ruthless strokes. The alley spun the lights blurred behind my eyelids.

My orgasm hit like a freight train, sudden, violent. I screamed into his neck, my thighs clamping around his wrist as I came, pulsing and gushing over his hand, slick running down my legs in hot pulses.But he didn’t stop.

He dragged it out, his fingers still fucking me through the aftershocks until I was sobbing, oversensitive and shaking.

Only then did he pull them free, bringing them to my mouth. I sucked them clean without thinking, tasting myself sharp and salty on his skin while he watched with dark, hungry eyes.

“Good wolf,” he growled. “Now let’s get you somewhere I can wreck you properly.”

He didn’t put me down. He carried a still trembling me, to a black car parked half a block away. The driver never even glanced back as he shoved me across the backseat, climbing in after and slamming the door. The second the car pulled away, his belt clinked open. I was on him before he finished, straddling his lap, grinding down on the thick ridge of his cock straining through his jeans.

By the time we stumbled through the door of what I vaguely registered as a hotel suite, my dress was around my waist and his shirt was gone. He threw me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, following me down, spreading my thighs wide with rough hands.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice gravel and smoke. “Fucking dripping for a stranger.”

I reached for him, desperate. “Please…”

He flipped me onto my stomach in one motion, dragging my hips up until I was on my knees, face pressed into the sheets. The blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, teasing, not pushing in.

“Beg!”

“Please, fuck me, please…”

He slammed home in one brutal thrust.

I screamed. The stretch burned so good, so full, every inch of him splitting me open. He didn’t give me time to adjust, just gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and started pounding, relentlessly, the headboard cracking against the wall in time with my moans.

“What is your name, little one?” He asked, his voice cutting through the haze.

I wanted to answer but I couldn’t get my voice out. How did he expect me to talk?

“Tell me!” He commanded. His tone didn’t allow disobedience.

“K… ka.. the.rine,” I stammered breathless.

“Moon goodness, listen to you,” he snarled, leaning over me, one hand sliding up to fist my hair and arch my back. “Scream louder, baby. Let the whole floor know who’s ruining this cunt.”

I did. God, I did. Words dissolved into raw sound, “fuck”, “yes”, “harder”, “please”, “don’t stop”, spilled out between sobs and gasps as he fucked me like he hated me and wanted me to live in his skin at the same time.

He flipped me again, onto my back this time, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving back in so deep I saw stars.

His thumb found my clit again, rubbing fast, merciless circles.

“Cum again,” he ordered, voice ragged. “Soak my cock, Katherine. I want to feel you fucking fall apart.”

“Oh god, I’m….” I shattered.

This one was worse, better, a full-body seizure. I squirted hard, hot and messy, spraying over his abs, the sheets, my own thighs as I thrashed beneath him, screaming his name, no, not his name, just sound, just pure wrecked pleasure.

He groaned like I had wounded him, hips stuttering, but he didn’t cum.

Not yet.

He pulled out, flipped me onto my side, hooked one of my legs over his hip and slid back in from behind, slow and filthy now, grinding deep pinching my nipple. His mouth found my ear.

“Again,” he whispered, hand sliding down to stroke my swollen clit in lazy circles. “I’m not done with you, Katherine. Not even close.”

I was already shaking, already climbing again, lost in the rhythm of his cock dragging slow and perfect inside me, his voice in my ear promising ruin.

And I believed him..

He took me over and over again, his strength never faltering.