Chapter 5

Dani cursed, her frustration rising as her back arched off the bed and her fingers slid easily inside her. She needed to come. Again.

She’d barely made it into the room before the full effects of her heat slammed into her. With the supermoon amplifying everything, going into heat now was pure torture. Especially since no one was allowed to fuck her. 

Well, almost no one. 

One male had permission—though he’d granted it himself—and was probably waiting for her now. But she'd rather claw off her own skin than give in to that fate. At least not yet. She couldn’t avoid it forever, but she wouldn’t give anybody the satisfaction of watching her walk to the slaughter so meekly.

Her thoughts drifted to the male she had seen outside. Gorgeous wasn’t a strong enough word. Not just any kind of gorgeous; the ‘melt-my-panties, bend-me-over-the-kitchen-table’ kind. And he was huge, maybe even bigger than her alpha. She was used to strong, dominant males in her pack, but that vampire had felt... more. Bigger. Meaner.

More dangerous. 

Which made everything about this even more ridiculous. She should have run the second she saw him, just like Kira urged. A vampire knew she’d breached the boundary. It was only a matter of time before someone came barreling through the door. But it was way too late to find another place now. She was already lightheaded and shaky. Soon, she’d be delirious, out of her mind with need.  

Her fingers were hardly cutting it, and this was only the beginning.

Moaning, she pinched her clit harder. Still not enough. Maybe if she went out and found someone... The thought of sex with a stranger in enemy territory made her stomach flip, but it was the only way. For once, she’d take control of her life. Who she slept with should be her decision anyway, not her father’s or her Alpha’s. 

But where would she find such a man? She couldn’t exactly just walk outside and ask the first man she saw to fuck her. 

Or... could she?

He was still out there. She could sense him.

Given their shared hatred of vampires, she expected Kira to fight her on this, expected disgust at the thought of a vampire’s hands on them. But her wolf was silent; too far gone in this madness. If anything, it felt like she agreed.

She slid off the bed, sweat slicking her bare, overheated skin, and shook her hair. Thick curls tumbled down her back. The males in her pack loved it; maybe the terrifying vampire outside would, too. 

What had this world come to? Was she going to ignore a lifetime of pain at the hands of vampires just to scratch this unbearable itch? 

She could wait. A few days at least. She was strong enough for that. 

Another wave hit her, a lot stronger than the last, sharper, and she cried out, the moan ripped from deep in her chest. The moon had barely risen. How was she even this far gone? 

She’d endured heat under a supermoon once before, and it hadn’t been this bad. This time, it felt like it could kill her. 

Kira had already retreated, unsure of what was happening to them. They wouldn’t survive two days of this. Not in vampire territory. Not without doing something stupid that would get her killed. 

Choosing her own fate was the only way.

She opened the door.

And almost shut it again. 

He was right there, just feet away from her door. Fists clenched at his sides, jaw locked tight, eyes closed. Humans would take one look at him and think he was angry, but her senses told her otherwise.

Hunger. Need. That same low, simmering desperation boiling inside her. 

Watching him through the crack of the door, she realised he wasn’t just gorgeous. He was devastating. Lethal. A fucking weapon. He was all muscle, and raw power radiated off him in waves. Instinctively, she shrank back. Something about him made her tremble, but she couldn’t look away. Maybe it was because of the adrenaline that had pumped through her body since she stepped into vampire territory. 

But even fear wasn’t enough to make her change her mind.

He was too much. Too good-looking. His close-cropped hair, those lips—lips that looked like they’d never cracked a smile. She wanted to feel them on every inch of her.

That thought sent another rush of need through her, and her thighs clenched.

His eyes opened, and her world tilted.

Blue. Intense. Unforgiving. Those eyes devoured her like a starving man eying a feast, and she found herself drowning in them. 

She opened the door wider and watched his gaze rake over her. Like any wolf shifter, she had an athletic build, but the Goddess had blessed her with fuller breasts, a round ass, and wide, curvy hips. Or rather, she had been cursed with those. She would not have been in her current situation if the Alpha hadn't selected her because of her wide, childbearing hips.

His eyes glowed. He inhaled deeply through his nose, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. His arousal slammed into her like a physical thing, leaving her gasping. Just the scent in the air was enough to make her knees weak. Wetness pooled between her legs and coated her thighs. She bit down on another moan, the thundering of her heartbeat drowning out the world.

She didn’t even notice when Kira returned. The wolf was full of restless energy as she also watched the vampire.

‘Take him.’

Kira’s voice was crystal clear. On any other day, she would have said, ‘Kill him.’ But the hunger in her wolf was undeniable. 

She stepped back, leaving the door wide open. An invitation. The vampire started moving immediately towards her. Slowly. Purposefully. Every step calculated, every muscle coiled with intent. Like he was stalking her, getting ready to pounce. For a moment, she felt like his prey. 

Her breath caught. No one had ever looked at her like that, with such intensity that she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin. 

Finally, he crossed the threshold and pushed the door closed behind him with a soft click. The air thickened. The small, dusty room shrank with him in it, and she felt small in his presence.

And then, faster than she could blink, he was there.  

His mouth crashed against hers, the heat of his body scorching her. Her senses reeled as she took everything in. His scent was intoxicating. Sandalwood? Whatever it was, she inhaled it greedily. She wanted to bathe in it, drown in it, in all this madness, as his touch brought a little bit of relief to the fire raging through her body.

He lifted her like she weighed nothing, and she immediately wrapped her legs around him, shamelessly grinding against the hard length in his jeans. He hadn’t even taken his clothes off. Hadn’t even touched her properly. And she was about to come.

Kira whimpered in her mind.

‘We're going to die.’

And what a glorious fucking death it would be.