Chapter 2

Chapter Two

/-Ezra-/

She was strange, yet she smelled so delicious. She looked so small and fragile. Delicate. Different. 

I have come across many types of humans during my stay here but none has been nearly as daring and audacious as she was. They were all weak, selfish and irritating. I hated them all but this girl, there was something special about her. 

Back at home, even looking me in the eye was a crime, not to talk of coming close enough to kiss me.

Maybe that was it. The contact. The last time I kissed someone was three hundred years ago and right after that, she was snatched away from me while I was forced to live with the curse of tasting the forbidden fruit. 

When her lips touched mine, it felt as though my entire being was suddenly awake, my brain short-circuited and before I knew it, I was savouring those juicy moulds of flesh. 

“I tried to be a supportive friend, you know. God knows, I did everything to make her happy. I would cancel trips, pay for her stuff, take her on dates, I did everything! So why would she do this to me?” She slurred, picking another shot of vodka. 

I could barely focus on the words she was saying. Her intoxicating vanilla scent was messing with my head. I couldn't think, couldn't look away.

Those big blue eyes met mine. “Do you think I am a horrible person? Is that why he left me?”

“You have a very sweet scent,” I commented and she laughed. The sound had this strange feeling tingling in my chest and right then, I knew that I was indulging myself a little too much. 

I needed to stay focused. I had a mission. A woman to find. For three centuries, I have searched for her across realms, continents, worlds, species. This was the last and if I still couldn't find her, I would be stuck in this miserable loop forever. 

She was the one I should think about. The scent I should be intoxicated by. Not this funny pathetic human with the lifespan of a fish. I frowned, even fishes lived longer and with the way she was gulping that alcohol, she might die way sooner. 

She lifted her hand to wave the bartender over, her eyes pleading for another drink. But before she could even slur her order, I gripped her hand. 

"Stop, I think you've had enough," I said. 

She tried to pull her hand away, but my movements were rough.

 "L-let meeee guuu," she stuttered, her words barely making any sense. I suddenly regretted letting her drag me here. Now her little life was in my hands. 

I took out a bill from my pickets and offered the waiter. His eyes widened at the large tip. I have only been here for three months but it was very easy to learn that they were driven by money. These humans could turn against each other if the right amount was offered and it was just pathetic. 

In my realm, that unworthy wolf would be slaughtered and left for vultures to feed on. I effortlessly lifted her off the stool. She could barely walk so I was forced to carry her. 

Another activity I didn't enjoy doing. I was Alpha. It wasn't my duty to lift people. 

"Wh-where...?" She trailed off, giggling uncontrollably. 

"Your address?" I asked, my voice firm but gentle. I didn't want to frighten her. 

“Oh no!" She slurred giggling. "Mummy said not to talk to strangers"

I was frustrated at this point and she made it worse by laughing. I was tempted to toss her by the side of the road and just go on my normal business. She has given me enough headaches for one day. 

I finally decided to check her into a hotel. She seemed barely aware as I dropped her carefully on the bed. I was to leave when she tried to sit up.

She fell back onto the pillow, her eyes barely open.

"Come to bed," she said slowly, her voice throaty. I didn't think it was a good idea. 

Then she reached out, grasping my arm, and pulled herself up, using me as support. Her body swayed, but I steadied her.

She seized the opportunity to brush her lips against mine, inhaling my scent but I could smell her as well. It was so delicious. It triggered a craving in me. A hunger that was best forgotten. 

As her lips made their way to mine again, I turned away, avoiding her. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be here with her. 

"Oh, come on," she complained, her voice laced with disappointment.

She seemed to really want it because her lips shifted to my neck instead. She trailed wet kisses down my neck and my pulse slowed. I could feel my member hardening and she smirked at me. Of course she felt it. I slowly moved her away from me. 

“You're no fun" she said groaned as I got off the bed but then she did the most shocking thing ever. Like I said, she was very daring. 

Sitting down, she pulled up her miniskirt, my eyes locked with mine. Then slowly moved her panties to the side. 

My breath hitched. 

She moaned, feeling her wetness and my fists clenched hard. She giggled, noticing my eyes darkened with lust. I wanted to look away badly but I couldn't. Not when her body was calling me like a siren song. 

She slowly pushed in her middle finger, her back arching from the pleasure. Then sank a second finger in paying attention to me as she moisturized the finger with her tongue then circled her clit.

I was rock hard now and it was taking every bit of my self-control not to bury myself between those legs and get a greedy taste of that heaven. 

My wolf growled in need. Something that hasn't happened in almost ten decades. What was this human doing to me?

A loud moan forced its way out of her lips. For some reason being watched seemed to increase her pleasure especially when with her arousal coating her fingers.  

She increased her pace finger fucking herself not caring that I watched. Her moans filled the entire room and I couldn't take it anymore. She closed her eyes as her hips grinded against her fingers.

It wasn't even the full moon yet I had this burning desire to claim her.

 She was about to cum and before I realized I pulled her hand away and flipped her on her stomach. 

She let out a laugh, knowing she'd won. Since she wanted to get fucked so badly, might as well make do of the opportunity and leave.

I ripped her skirt into shreds with just a pull. She tried to look at me but I pushed her head back in place, smacking her ass hard. She squirmed, clamping her legs together. I took out my cock, guiding it slowly to her pussy and her entire body tensed. It was trembling with anticipation, just the way I liked it.  

"Please..." She whimpered, trying to grind me but something else caught my attention. With her wild behavior, I expected my cock would get a free entrance but it was the exact opposite. She was so tight. Too tight. I could feel her hymen. So I pulled away and she whined. 

She glanced back, confused. 

"You're a virgin?"

 "What does that matter?" She whined, trying to get on top of me.

"I dont fuck virgins," I said, moving away from her to sit on the bed. It would make it a lot harder to leave her. 

I wasn't here for her and virgins most likely fall in love with the first man they get intimate with. I couldn't afford that kind of attachment.

   

"What the...well why not?" She asked, moving to sit on my lap. 

I thought I would feel irritated but I surprisingly let her sit. Just as she was about to say something, a wave of nausea washed over her or something but I knew she wanted to throw up. 

She quickly scrambled off him, desperate to reach the bathroom. But her legs gave out and she fell, vomiting halfway down. 

I cursed under my breath as she passed out.