One Night Stand

Lucille's POV

 

I stepped between them. "I'm not part of this conversation, and I'm not whoever you're talking about."

 

"You're exactly who I'm talking about, sugar." Ron moved closer, eyes locked on mine with that same warning look from before. What's with that smirk?

 

Did he think I was some kind of Joke, somehow I felt triggered. Maybe I was really a child in their eyes and deep within me I wanted to prove I was more than a child.

 

"You've got the wrong person," I said, hands up to block his chest.

 

"Ron. Alpha Ron," he said coldly, then stepped back. I breathed out in relief. One more minute close to me and I thought I was going to collapse.

 

"I'll be in the next room," Daniel said and left. I wanted to grab him and beg him not to leave me with this guy, but he was already gone.

 

I was about to run when Ron opened the door. Then I remembered what my aunt said - tomorrow I'd meet my future husband for our engagement. Some random man would take my first without love, and yet...

 

I turned to see Ron watching me, arms crossed, like I was wasting his time. Even angry, he looked good. Thick arms, muscles, everything I wanted in a man.

 

Then I made a decision.

 

I refused to go back to that house, even if it meant staying with this stranger or having to do naughty things with him. I walked into the room.

 

The door shut behind me and my heart jumped. "Why are you scared?" His voice was right by my ear.

 

Why did his voice affect me so much? I pressed my bag closer to my body and it felt heavy even though it only had my important stuff and nightwear.

 

"I'm not scared, just nervous," my voice cracked. His breath sent shivers down my spine.

 

Was this the effect all hot strangers are meant to have on you? When I first met Jacob he didn’t have this effect on me just by talking.

 

"Relax, I won't do anything to you." He laughed after saying that, like a low rumble of thunderstorm. Even though I felt relieved, part of me wanted to see what he'd do next.

 

He walked in front of me and started loosening his tie. "I'll shower first, then it's all yours."

 

What did he mean by mine? What was mine?

 

I pretended to look away while he stripped in front of me. I wondered if he'd done this with other girls before.

 

I went to the couch and faced the window. "What did you mean I was your mate?"

 

"Because you are. You're the fated one of the Alpha of the Black Night pack, which was me." His voice was suddenly right behind me.

 

He wasn’t there the second I looked back before.

 

His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against his chest. I gasped but found myself leaning into him. Just his touch made my panties soaked even when he hadn’t stripped me bare. His palm spread across my stomach as he sniffed my neck.

 

Was it because he said I was his mate, that’s why I reacted so much to him?

 

Instead of pushing him away, I wanted more. "Werewolves?" I mumbled, trying to get my mind away from what he was doing to me. Even though I already knew about werewolves.

 

"Yes," he said and let go of me. I pouted at the sudden coldness.

 

After our showers, I found myself trapped against the wall, staring into Ron's blue eyes. I could see need and desire swirling there, pulling me in.

 

"I won't do anything you don't want," he said in a rough voice. I could feel his restraint. 

 

But he was trying to reassure me and it made me feel warm deep within, before Jacob showed me that warmth but now... a total stranger was showing it to me.

 

I stared at his lips. The temptation was too much. He smirked, knowing I was looking.

 

"If you promise to be gentle..." I met his eyes again.

 

Without a word, he leaned in and kissed me deeply, like I belonged to him. His tongue explored my mouth in ways Jacob never did. I was glad I didn't give him my first.

 

Even now I still thought of him, and I hate it.

 

He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bed, still kissing me, our tongues dancing together. I bit his lip and he groaned.

 

He laid me down gently on the bed, keeping eye contact. I could see the fire in his eyes. Settling above me with one leg between mine, he kissed me while his hands caressed my skin, teasing but not touching my sensitive parts yet.

 

He slid his fingers into my nightwear and touched my lips. I moaned into his mouth. He moved to my neck, biting gently, making me shiver.

 

He rubbed my clit until I was soaking wet. Then he pulled away and brought those same fingers to my mouth. It was absurd but arousing. I opened my lips and sucked on his fingers, staring at him.

 

He looked pained, like he was restraining himself.

 

"You don't have to hold back," I said as he nibbled my neck.

 

"Trust me, baby girl, I need to get you ready before I destroy you," he groaned in my ear. And I had never heard something as sexy as that before.

 

His finger returned to touching me while his other hand cupped my breast. He was about to enter me with his fingers when I stopped him.

 

"I'm a virgin," I warned him, panting hard.

 

There was silence before he grinned and kissed my forehead. "I know. I'll be as gentle as you want, just tell me when to stop."

 

He slid his fingers into me and I dug my nails into his back. He moved faster and faster until I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. My abdomen felt ticklish. I wanted more.

 

He withdrew and looked into my eyes, then kissed me again. I didn't even notice when my underwear disappeared and he was ready to take me.

 

He made me look down at his thick shaft. Would that even fit?

 

"It's too big," I said, and he chuckled. "Don't be scared, it likes you." He placed my hand on his shaft and made me stroke it.

 

With each stroke, he twitched until his breathing was hard and his face flushed.

 

"That's enough," he said, but I wanted to tease him more. He grabbed my hand. "I won't go easy on you." He pressed the head against me.

 

I flinched but Ron showered me with kisses. "I told you I'd be gentle," he whispered in my ear. For the rest of the night I didn't realize that I, Lucille, could shout as much as I did.