one night stand

It was supposed  to be my birthday, not like it mattered, but yeah. I paced around my room, feeling uncomfortable. I had just come home from work and was feeling grumpy. 

Maybe it was because mom and dad had not bothered to see me for the past two years, which made me feel unwanted.

Mommy and daddy had gone off to one of those late-night parties at a country club, I mean my foster parents, so it was just me at home.

The boredom and the eerie silence added to my discomfort. I hurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower, but I still felt uneasy. I had a strange feeling that I could not explain, a feeling of unease and sickness that was not going away somehow.

When I could not take it anymore, I dressed nicely and went out into the cold street with only my bag in my hand.

I thought about where to go since I had no friends. Going back to the restaurant even though my shift was over for the day was not a good idea as I knew my boss would not be happy if he saw there after my work hours. He was a strange man.

Then I heard a voice whisper something in my head. I should go to the club. Well. I had never tried it, maybe because I was not of age then, but I guess there was always a first time. I could drink myself into a stupor.

It might just make me feel better. Maybe it might help me get rid of those strange feelings I had. The next day was a holiday, so I had nothing to worry about. I could sleep all day.

I flagged down a cab and hopped in.

"The nearest club, please," I told the driver and leaned my head on the seat foam.

The driver looked at me and shook his head as he smiled mischievously. He might have thought I was an irresponsible teenager who was going to waste her life in a club that night, but that did not bother me at all.

I looked out of the window and admired the stars as they twinkled in the sky. It was a full moon, and that reminded me of my home.

The night of the full moon was something special to werewolves. It meant a lot to them, but I was a human, so I paid little attention to their customs and beliefs.

The car stopped, and I jerked out of my thoughts. I looked out the window to see a club full of life and fun.

"Here we are," the cab driver informed me with a smile plastered on his face.

For the first time in a long time, I did not return a smile of my own. I just paid the cab fare and got out.

There were many flashy cars parked in the club's parking lot. One of them caught my eye. It looked somehow familiar. But I ignored the thought.

The chance of running into someone familiar at that place was very thin because the few people I knew were not the party type.

I made my way to the door of the club and suddenly froze. My heartbeat became louder and faster as a strange scent wafted into my nose. My uneasiness increased, awakening strange emotions in me.

Maybe coming here was not such a good idea, but as I was already here, I decided to go in.

I entered the club and realized that the stench of alcohol wafted everywhere and filled the air. Half-naked women were dancing to appease rich, drunken old men. Some couples were kissing, both straight and gay. The music was loud and the light bulbs emitted different colors of light.

'So that was what the clubs were like? Hmm.'

A few men looked at me with a smirk. I made my way to the bar, ignoring all the eyes on me, and encountered a half-drunk bartender.

Strange that even the staff were drunk. How would they be drunk and work?

"Hello, pretty lady, what can I get you?" he asked with a coy smile. His breath smelled of whiskey.

"Um, anything strong enough to clear my head." I knew little about alcohol, so I let the bartender choose.

It was the stupidest decision I had made in my life.

The bartender pulled out a small glass and gave me a shot of a colorless drink. I was sure it was alcohol, but I thought it was too small to have such a big effect on me?

I raised my eyebrows meaningfully at him as I scrutinized the glass. He gave me a nod of approval as if he understood my question. What did he take me for, a baby?

I confidently drank it all in one gulp and was about to order one more, but suddenly I felt a burning sensation in my chest. I coughed out loud, with my face scrunched up.

Great. I thought it was supposed to make me feel less groggy and stop the discomfort I was feeling, but that strange feeling did not go away. Instead, I started coughing.

I turned around and my burning heart froze the moment I saw those dreamy blue eyes.

He was sitting not far away, on a long couch. They probably reserved it for VIP clients.

He looked dapper and hot in a black suit with a red shirt inside. He looked drunk as I noticed there were three empty vodka bottles on his table, which were made of short glasses with delicate designs, looking different from the rest in the club.

It had been several weeks since I had seen him because, although I fought the urge not to approach him, he always seemed to be irritated by my presence.

I walked over to him and sat down next to him, feeling nervous. I hoped he would not make a scene there. Since I did not know anyone else around, I needed his company. Maybe a little chatting and alcohol would make the uncomfortable feeling go away.

"Logan," I called him, and he looked in my direction.

As soon as his gaze met mine, that strange feeling became more apparent. Then my whole body felt restless. Something itched in my head as I felt confused about what was happening to me.

"You?" he muttered in a half-sober tone. It was obvious that he was drunk.

"Um, can I sit here with you, please? I feel like talking to someone and I don't know anyone else here except you. I promise I won't bother you," I asked.

He grunted as he looked at me. He seemed to be contemplating his answer.

"Hmm. So why did you come here?" he asked.

"Um, I wanted to clear my head and thought this would be the right place. How about you?" I replied to him.

"Same," he replied with his usual poker face.

How was I supposed to know if he was happy or sad? His face was always devoid of emotions. Wait, why did I care about his feelings? I should have gotten drunk and gone back to my cozy bed.

We had a brief discussion about each other, and then, at one point, I found myself staring at him endlessly. His long, erect nose, his blond hair tousled, as well as his little sideburns. I think he had not shaved in a while because his cheeks were usually bald, but not that day.

Then he was staring at me. My hand was trembling, fighting the urge to touch him.

Slowly, I moved over and sat next to him, as he had his gaze fixed on my face, saying nothing. Our shoulders touched as I turned to him.

Unconsciously, my hands wanted to caress his cheeks. I felt my body acting of its own volition. I could not fight the impulse to touch him anymore.

My hand came into contact with his face, and at that very moment, my discomfort disappeared.

That strange sensation bothering me was no more there, but soon a new feeling replaced it. I felt my body enveloped in warmth and my breathing quickened.

I stroked his impressive cheekbones and, unable to help myself, I moved closer to him.

I could not control myself, and he was too drunk to stop me.

As I caressed his face, I suddenly felt a strong desire for... sex? My thoughts and desire surprised me.

It was beyond my control as I felt my body was doing things on its own, things my mind did not approve of.

"What are you doing?" he stammered in his half-drunk state.

Although I did not know what I was doing, I still did it.

Suddenly, I leaned forward for his lips. I found myself stuck to his body as I savaged him with my lips. It was a brutal, hungry desire for his lips and his whole body.

At first, he tried to resist me and my kiss, but I could not stop. The more he moved back, the more I leaned my body on him.

My hands were exploring his body as I struggled with his shirt buttons.

Unable to resist me any longer, he too responded to my kisses. His hands went behind me and massaged my back. Then his broad hands supported my spine and pulled me closer to him.

I did not understand what his touch did to me. I felt sparkles of electricity run through me and the heat increasing with each kiss he planted on my neck.

Soon we were both in a dark room. I did not even remember how and when we got there. I just found us there.

I helped him take off his clothes while he took off mine. Even though the room was dark, I could still see the lust in his eyes, but it was nothing compared to the desire in my eyes.

I made him sit on the bed, then pushed him down gently and got on top of him.

I massaged his broad, manly chest and kissed his nipples.

I did not know what happened to me, but whatever it was, I had become a monster. A horny monster and I could not help it.

I moved my right hand down to his manhood and caressed it as I kissed him. He moaned like an animal.

His lips made my body ache so much between my legs, and I wanted him inside me immediately. I could not wait any longer.

Slowly, I got up and sat on his already erect cock. I felt something snap inside me and a painful moan escaped my lips.

It was huge, and it was my first time. Soon the feeling of pain dissipated, and I felt like I was on cloud nine. I let my body adjust to him before I began to move my hips slowly, then gently bobbed my body up and down, riding him as if my life depended on it.

Our moans filled the air. I felt as if a strange spirit had possessed me, but I had never felt better.

He rolled me over and took control, thrusting hard into me as I moaned. After what seemed like hours, I felt him release his seed inside me as I also had my orgasm, and then he climbed off me.

***

LOGAN'S POV

I woke up with a terrible headache. As I opened my eyes, it surprised me to see Crystal sleeping peacefully on my chest. We were both covered by a white blanket.

What the fuck!!!

I pushed her off of me but she did not wake up. I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my pants.

At that moment, some scenes from the night before flashed in front of my eyes. No! No! No! No! It cannot be true!

"Crystal!" I shouted angrily, as I wore my suit pants.

My loud voice startled her, and she woke up immediately. As soon as she woke up, she grabbed the sheet and wrapped her body in it, then got out of bed.

"Why did you do this?" I yelled at her.

"Do? Do what?"

Was she still sleeping, or was she blind?

"Don't play innocent. You seduced me last night so you could finally achieve your goal, didn't you?" I yelled at her.

I could not believe she went that far just to become my Luna.

"No! No, I..."

"You what? That's the reason you've been stalking me all these months? You've been waiting for an opportunity like this so you could come into my life?"

"That's not true, Logan, I-"

"Don't say my name!" I spat at her.

Tears formed in her eyes, but those crocodile tears of a cheap lady who had no morals could not fool me.

"You saw last night that I was drunk and vulnerable. So you seduced me. Are you this shameless?" I was furious.

I could not believe I had mated with a human, something I had been avoiding for years. She might have used some kind of special potion on me or I would never have consented to that!

"Logan. I know what happened between us isn't right, but you're getting it all wrong. I didn't seduce you. It... It just happened." She protested.

I felt irritated at the sight of her. How could she stoop so low?

I ignored her pleas and put on my clothes and threw cash at her from my wallet.

"I don't care what happened between us last night. Use this money to pay for the room and keep the rest as pay. I don't want to see your filthy face again, you shameless cunt." I spat and left as she cried behind.

I cursed the day I met that girl. I always knew she would be trouble in my life. If anyone in my clan found out about that one-night stand, it would not be good for me.

I thought of leaving the country. I had the Asian branch of my company to concentrate on and expand. California had brought me nothing but trouble.

TBC!