He took her hand and pulled her off the stool. He was still hard as a rock and in need of relief. Judging by her shallow breathing, she was as aroused as he was.
"So what do you say?" Rhye asked, rubbing the inside of her palm with his thumb gently.
Lily stood on the tips of her high-heeled shoes and pressed her lips to his ear. "Hurry Mr. Whoever you are, sir, I need to cum."
He swallowed a desperate laugh as he held her hand toward the rear balcony. Before they passed the doorway, he tossed a final glance over his shoulder. The stockbrokers were gaping at him as if he was a ghost from another realm. He gestured to the money on the bar and offered a gracious nod, as if to say, "I won, keep it all."
Five minutes later, Rhye nodded to his personal guard, who kept a watch on whatever he was doing and now opened the suite entrance, knowing the Alpha had found a girl for tonight. "Thanks, Jasper."
Lily pressed her own palm to the center of his chest, giggling sweetly and pushing him forward to the center of the queen-sized bed.
Rhye whirled her body to cup her breasts, to feel the weight of them through the delicate little material of her dress. Only the small knot kept them from pouring free into his palms. "I want you, little one," he mumbled against the nape of her neck, one hand slipping down to follow the curve of her hip, to find the slit in the soft skirt so he could mold her leg into his awaiting palms, trace her smooth thigh, move his hand to find the moist heat beckoning in the nest of freshly shaved smooth heaven.
She whimpered softly, while Alpha Rhye needed to merge with her, her sensual images dancing in her mind, heightening her longing, heating her blood, wetting her folds, and needing him. She knew this was crazy, yet she loved it. She desired him. Enemy or not, maybe this was her way of punishing her ex-boyfriend, but she needed a release. She pressed back against him, feeling the hard length of him, picking up the alluring beat of his fingers as he delved deep into her private warm haven. Warmth and fire, emotional flashes licking her skin. She was lost in his touch. Drunk or not, she doesn't care anymore. Her body was coiling tighter and tighter. Her passion thumped like a hammer in her head. She was conscious of his hand at the knot beneath her breasts, the fabric was soon gaping open, pouring her aching bosoms into view of his thirsty gaze. One hand found softness, his thumb caressing her nipple into a hard peak.
She leaned into him, melting into the soft mattress of muscle behind me. "I want you too." She licked her lips. The place between her thighs already said yes.
"That’s my girl," he mumbled. His fingertips were known, moving beneath with purpose. The dress plummeted to the carpeted floor, her breasts springing free. They didn’t free fall for long. Rhye took them in his hands. Massaging her contours. Grazing her nipples with his fingertips.
Her nipples were rock hard. Aching for him, aching for his vicious touch. This man had this way of possessing her. All she needed to get rid of her stress was his touch. The sound of his voice she was now a slave to it. She was willing to do anything, say anything to please him—because she knew that, underneath his own possessive tendency, it was her pleasure that he sought. Her pleasure heightened his own.
Lily whirled in his arms, her lips kissing him harder while her hands were at the buttons of his trousers, knuckles brushing his heated skin. Rhye clenched his fist around her hair and threw back his head, savoring the freedom as he sprang free, hot, throbbing, thick, and hard.
Her nails lightly raked him, her fingers moving over him exactly as his intuition had predicted. Her hands brushed against his waist, his flat, hard belly, her thumbs hooking into his pants and pushing them down his thighs. The sensation of her hands was driving him insane. His wolf howled in delight. The cold air around them was thick with their mingled scents and the intensity of their hunger.
With his lips firmly in hers, she knew what he wanted, what his body was demanding, and what was pushing him over the edge. Going down slowly, Rhye's body shuddered as Lily's tongue caught the beads of sweat rolling down his belly, leading her to notice that he was swelling even more. His shaft was now hot and needy, hard and ready.
Lily's lips were closed, moist, and perfect as he thrust helplessly, his fists clenched in her hair. When he looked down at her, the sight was as sensual as ever. It was like giving his soul to her. He was so lost. Her breasts thrust forward, her nipples hard and erect, the little, delicate dress nearly transparent, the slit exposing her leg and thigh.
Her hands were constantly moving over his shaft, cupping his weight, delving into the firmness of his buttocks, and running up and down the column of his thighs. She appeared so exotic and beautiful in his eyes, and she was giving them both such exquisite pleasure that he thought they would burst into flames.
Rhye had to pull her to him, bring her up against the hardness of his body, and hold her tightly so he could feel every inch of her pale, smooth skin. She was soft beneath his probing palms, fragile, a perfectly formed beauty, and he had memorized every sweeping line, every curve. Rhye found himself murmuring to her in the sweet language of werewolves, words of passion and commitment that he had never spoken to another being in his entire existence.
"You are something else, Lily."
He kissed her, every part of her, and worshiped her, mind, body, and soul. The sight of her lying on the mattress, so naked and lost to her own desire, trustingly, lovingly looking up at him, took his breath away. Time disappeared. There was only Lily in his world. Her desire for him was visible in her dark eyes and on her face. It had crossed her mind. She intended to follow him wherever he led, as a willing partner.
Rhye leaned in close to her breast, savoring the feel of her smooth skin. He desired this night to make love. Perhaps the next rise will be as well. He needed the luxury of taking her again and again, without fear of interruption. He wished he had more time to show her, tease her, and please her. He wanted her to experience the full splendor of their life together. Make love to her over and over again. His hands moved over her thighs and legs. "Do you realize how beautiful you are?" His black gaze swept over her face and body, his eyes hot and smoldering with desire.
Lily smiled, loving the way his eyes devoured her with such hunger, such need. His body was hard and taut, bursting at the seams with an urgent demand. His hands shaped her hips and stroked her thighs. He easily turned her over, examining the smooth line of her back, her tiny waist, and her firm buttocks. Rhye knelt over her, his body enveloping her smaller frame. His teeth nipped at her shoulder. His wolf wanted to mark her right there and then, but it was too risky. Thank the goddess, his wolf listened to his reasoning while his hands skimmed her ribs, the softness of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the smooth line of her rounded bottom. He caught her hips and lifted her, allowing him to pull her back against his throbbing shaft. The touch of her sweet, delicate skin, and the shape of her body, sent molten lava coursing through him, flames dancing across his skin.
"I need you right now, my sweet," he muttered softly, his black-velvet voice washing over Lily like his hands worshipping her body.
He pushed against her and rubbed closer, his hand again finding moist, damp heat beckoning him, assuring him she was ready. He pressed up against her hot and slick, creamy entrance. She was gripping him tighter as he pushed deeper, invading her body with his, his hands holding her hips still as he buried himself, again and again, long, hard thrusts of pure ecstasy.
His hands dropped to Lily's waist and he held back a quip about how skilled he was at finding her clit. He was stroking her, inhaling the smell of their desire while he kept on thrusting her, over and over again, as she writhed and moaned.
"Lily Walter, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen," His breath was a tease, and when he kissed her, Lily knew he meant every word. Then his fingers stroked her warmth clit again, as he thrust harder inside her to the point of no return. He took his time, teasing her. The head of his desire, just inside her again and again, faster and harder. He was swirling in her wetness before he plunged into her heat again.
Every thrust sent a new wave of ecstasy ricocheting over her. He moved her to where she needed to go. Gripped her hips and brought her up on all fours.
They didn’t use words.
Theirs were the language of lust and desire.
Of moans, hardness, dampness, and of primal longing that needs to be satiated.
"Come with me, Lily Walter"
More than a simple command.
This was about them. Intoxicated or not, this was them. With him. She was holding on, waiting for his permission, but she didn’t want to reach her peak until she felt him breach the point of no return. And from his face, contorted and fiercely handsome, he was close.
Rhye's grip tightened, his thrusts frenzied and wild. He let out a sound of passion, and she melted with him. Turned into the hunger that flowed from them both, free, consisting of nothing but amusement, pleasure, and warmth.
She was the first to collapse, rolling on her side to give him room. He joined her, his chest rising and falling in time with her own. She lifted her head until he was perfectly aligned with his chest, smiling as the thunder rippled through her. Then she fell asleep, oblivious to what happened next.
The next morning, the loud news report from the massive 65-inch television in the elegant room awakened Lily. She groaned from the light in the glass windows. The etching noise that lightly strolled across the bed was enough to send her back straight up like a bolt in pitch twilight as a raw sweat washed over her face and a hard knot constricted her throat, making her hard to breathe with the addition of her hammering headache. She despised hangovers and being so foolish, yet her palms grabbed her chest as it pounded quicker than anticipated when she realized something: she was partially naked! Then her thoughts were racing through her mind, recalling the most incredible sex encounter of her life, with the most beautiful stranger with... Holy crap! Naked! She was completely naked! She then panicked and glanced everywhere, examining her surroundings. She was nowhere near her apartment or Cassy's home. Oh my God! Last Night! The man! Sgt. Leon Anderson! No! She had sex with Jaso
Lily arrived at her flat, still perplexed by the thought of being so completely ridiculous and dumb. The note on Rhye Gosling's nightstand serves as a reminder of how stupid she was. It was no longer necessary to stare and read it a hundred times. But she did anyway. The difficulty was that she have to confront the man who had made her wanton in bed again. Those moans that still rang in her head? It was amazing. No doubt. Those glamorous, amazing, and extraordinary displays of intimacy? Mind-blowing sex? It was perfect. She might be able to call it the best sex she'd ever had. It was a crazy thought because she never wanted to forget it. Her memories of his lips were still vivid. His kisses. But who would have guessed she'd wreck someone else's life by being so enraged that it became the topic and conversation of the online community? It was not like there weren't any homosexual policemen in the world... Sgt. Anderson, on the other hand, was the wrong man, and she wanted to kick herse
Lily Walters arrived at the three-story mansion at three in the afternoon, she gawked at the grandiose state of Rhye Gosling. She was led into the impressive modern-style living room. Then, she saw a spiral staircase against the wood-paneled wall. She was ushered by a middle-aged couple, Mr. and Mrs. Evans, a butler and the chef. "Fancy a tea and a biscuit, Miss Walter?" The silver-haired Mr. Evans asked as Mrs. Evan murmured something about their boss, who was waiting for her in his private office. Lily shook her head. "Follow me, Miss Walters. You will have your tea in the Alph- I-I mean, in the boss's office." The smiling woman added and motioned for her to follow while the man went in the opposite direction. As they approached the stairs, Lily was surrounded by four columns, leading to the most elegant doors she had ever seen. They were made of mahogany and have a stained glass window in the center. The handles and the frame were made of brass and silver. As they continue aroun
Five minutes into the snowy path, Lily began to regret her life choices when she heard a long series of wolves' howls that made her shiver. "What the hell was that?" Rhye furrowed his brow, knowing exactly what the human had been asking as he adjusted their flashlight. His five guardians had been howling half a mile behind them. So he told them to stop. "What are you talking about?" "Those howls... those are fucking wolves, right? Jesus, I don't want to be eaten alive." "They are not harmless, Lily, they are the guardians of this mountain." "Guardian? Are you kidding me? That only happened in the fucking movie, and trust me, they aren't like Jacob, who had a great, amazing body and eyes to die for. I'm not going to risk being a fresh meal for those wolves." Rhye wondered and asked his five guardians if they knew anything about the Jacob she was talking about and all of them didn't have any idea. "Who is this Jacob?" Rhye halted on his walk and asked. "What? You believe those w
Lily couldn’t help but notice the impatience in Rhye’s jaw as he ground his back teeth and his shoulder blades tightened. She hoped she wasn’t reading something into his reaction that wasn’t there, because facing that dense mountain, going in willingly, had her doubting her own senses. The mountain seemed to be calling for her; it was like some primitive urges made her skin crawl. Something deep inside her was slithering like it wanted out. Her pulse was battered. A cold sequence of fear scraped around her heart. She’d traveled so far outside her own solace, away from her comfort zone, that her strengths were already fried. It was too much, too soon. "Wait... Are we going to the s-shortcut to your elders' manor now?" "Yes, it won't take time." He replied and stepped further, leaving her five steps behind. "Rhye? I-I'm scared… I heard wolves and it's too dark now." "Don't be scared, I'm here, Lily." He waited and took her hand and clasped it right around his. "Oh, are we going the
Walking along the modern, lantern-covered stone pathway towards the supposed little mountain cottage, Lily gaped at the beautiful scenery. With all the solar lanterns, little moonshine, and the smell of fresh mint and lilac. She was hell sure it was not worth such high drama. Because, being in the fucking mountains, she expected to dwell in an old rat-infested cabin where she would be attacked by some maniac with a bloody chainsaw and a fleshy mask, yet looking at the five-star garden-like landscape, it felt too surreal. It was like she was in another world. "Mr. Gosling, are you sure that is your cottage? And we are not trespassing on this mountain?" She asked, with obvious wonder. Rhye halted and raised his brow. "Of course, why did you ask?" "Well, it's quite strange. I thought this was a secluded mountain... or forest... or whatever you rich dudes called it, but I have seen too many beautiful cabins in the area, and a fucking ancient castle? Wow! It felt like a little community
Alpha Rhye from the Castle, a mile away from Lily, seated in the head council library, was able to read her mind and he wanted to smirk. She had very weird and very unusual thoughts. She didn't have a boring thought either. It was like she was a walking rainbow and sunshine, always brightening his day. Besides, even after they were in his pub, he knew she was different. A peculiarity among the rest. Of course, he intended to keep it that way. Lily's foolish imagination was beyond comparison. She was his happy pill. Her mind was like a race car, unbelievably busy thinking about mundane, stupid things. Yet he would not—no, he could not offer his mate that last insult. He would keep her forever. Rhye nodded at the old man, trying to understand what he was talking about as he sipped his tea. Earlier, after their dinner, he told Lily to wait for him as one of the female omegas offered her tea in the living room of his cottage. And now, Rhye was talking with the council of elders. The head
Two days later. Alpha Rhye had very specific plans for the evening after another council meeting. First up, late dinner in bed with a luscious, golden-haired human who tasted like strawberries and champagne and boasted skills that could make a wolf howl like a damned werewolf. Even without a full moon. Next on the agenda was a round of sparring with the latest batch of demons that had arrived in the mountain territory. In recent years, he had enacted a law requiring all newly created werewolves to spend at least the first decade of their lives being trained at his pack. And since Rhye was in charge of the demon issues as well as the council’s best warrior, it meant it was his duty to oversee the new pack member’s fighting lessons. And if there was time left before dawn, he intended to meet with the soldiers who had recently returned from their hunt in the western territory. Rumours of the demons' return had spread throughout the supernatural communities. He had sent out nightly pa