CHAPTER 2– PEEK-A-BOO… NIGHTMARE 

SIENNA'S POV

I pulled the curtain aside and I nearly choked on my breath. Which brave soul decided to test my nerves today? And just like that, all my courage packed its bags the second I peeked.

Oh, moon goddess… what kind of cruel joke was this?

 My chest skipped a beat when my eyes landed on the bluest eyes I’d ever seen... eyes so blue... I briefly wondered if the ocean had somehow moved into his skull. My stomach twisted, and yet, like the masochist I apparently was, my gaze slid lower to his perfect jawline, sculpted cheekbones, and lips that definitely screamed trouble.

My eyes then fell further, and holy goddess, I regretted it immediately.

Damn! His chest was bare and broad Solid muscles that looked like it had been carved by a cruel artist who had too much fun torturing women like me with impossible temptation. My gaze betrayed me again, dragging down to the way his trousers clung low on his hips, and to that sinful outline barely hidden.

 Instantly, every nerve in me went on high alert. 

“Stop staring, Sienna. Stop staring!” my brain screamed.

But my traitorous eyes? Yeah, they didn’t care.

Fuck. I was engaged. But still... here I was, gawking at a stranger like he was some forbidden fruit dangling inches from my lips. I really shouldn’t be looking … but moon goddess, how the hell was I supposed to stop?

But it slipped away as quickly as it came, my expression immediately soured when my eyes landed on the pad in his hand… Gross. He was really watching p**n in a hospital. I mean, who does that? Really. Who.

“Seen enough?” His voice sliced through my daydream, and suddenly my cheeks were on fire.

I tried to play it cool, but he wasn’t giving me a chance. “Now tell me,” he dropped the pad and leaned in, making my skin tingle, “what exactly is a beautiful woman doing alone… in an unmated, naked man’s room?”

My lips trembled, and I couldn’t ignore the dark, commanding vibe radiating from him. That Alpha… dangerous, carnal energy like fire you know you’ll get burned by, but still want to touch.

Wait… how the hell did he even get into this room? The next ward was supposed to be empty... I triple-checked. I didn’t like sharing my business with anyone... dealing with one person was enough. The thought of someone else overhearing made my skin crawl.  

My eyes had begun its involuntary movement and where it drifted to now made my heart freeze. I saw the Crestmoon symbol branded on his left arm.

Fuck! A Crestmoon Lycan.

Of course. Because why wouldn’t he be one of the most dangerous packs in California? My pulse spiked as I took a cautious step back, already planning whether to make a run for it, or throw something heavy his way.

But to my horror... and moon goddess, forgive me... excitement, he just walked straight at me. I spun to flee, and bam... he was in my path.

Gosh! How did he move that fast? My stomach did somersaults as his scent hit me in a rush. He leaned down, and my heart nearly stopped when his warm breath grazed my ear.

"You look so hot. I never, not in a million years, imagined this was what the nurses meant by “tool.” "

Tool? Yeah, sure, I’d been called worse... but usually by people I didn’t want to see me naked in their imagination.

I tried to sidestep him, all casual like I wasn’t two seconds from combusting, but nope... he caught my wrist and yanked me right into him, chest to chest, like the universe was testing my self-control.

“I don’t remember telling you to leave,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with that predator’s edge that made my pulse trip. “My sperm isn’t going to collect itself. Better start working. I take a while to finish.”

With a shrug that screamed I do what I want, he plucked a tiny container from the bedside and plopped it right into my hand.

Excuse me? What the actual fuck!

I opened my mouth to argue, but my comeback died halfway in my throat the moment his hands slid under my blouse, stealing my breath and every ounce of rational thought with them.

“What… what are you doing?” My voice shook.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he whispered against my neck.

I opened my mouth to protest, perhaps to shove him off, but yeah... my body clearly didn’t get the memo. The second his touch lasted, my nipples tightened in betrayal and a rush of heat curled low in my stomach, mocking every ounce of self-control I thought I had.

“Please, stop!” I snapped. Though honestly, it sounded way more like begging than the bossy command I’d aimed for.

He smirked, his fingers teased over my bra before giving me a sharp pinch on one of my nipple... and that made me suck in a breath. “You’re practically aching for this,” he drawled. “So drop the act already."

Maybe it was the fact that Nigel had left me high and dry for three whole months... yeah, three... God, Nigel. But suddenly, all I wanted was a dangerous Lycan's hands on me. Everywhere... anywhere. My brain was a fog of heat and reckless want, and thinking straight? Yeah, that ship had sailed.

As if he had read my thoughts, his free hand tugged at the waistband of my briefs, sliding between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers brushed against my slick core. 

“Please,” I whispered, my body betraying me as I arched closer to his hand. “Just… touch me already.”

That was all it took. He growled briefly, before crashing his lips onto mine, devouring me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted. My moan spilled out, but he swallowed it greedily, like he thrived on the sound. His fingers drove deeper, unraveling me with a skill that had my knees weak. His hands were everywhere... claiming, molding, squeezing my breasts and twining my nipples. He then slid down, grabbing my ass hard, and yanking me so close it felt like he wanted to fuse us into one.

I swore I was about to lose my damn mind... the pressure building inside me, the way my core clenched tight around his fingers, begging for more than I’d ever admit out loud. And then, just when I thought I had a second to breathe, he broke the kiss and... God help me... he was already helping me out of my shirt... yeah, just like Nigel always did. 

Fuck... What the hell was I doing? It was at that moment my brain screamed STOP! because apparently, my body had a mind of its own.

I yanked my arms free, hard enough to make him blink, and I chucked the container at him. 

He caught it without even breaking a sweat, as he arched his eyebrows in confusion. 

I stumbled back a step, my heartbeat literally thundering, before I slammed the curtain between us. Yep. Like that flimsy strip of fabric could magically erase my bad decisions. My fingers clutched the folds, and as if what I'd just encountered wasn't enough, I dare a peek through just one slit… because of course, I couldn’t resist seeing if he was still standing there like an infuriating, beautiful nightmare.