Chapter 3: Too Tempting to Refuse

Elyse’s P.O.V

The elevator stayed put on the nineteenth floor, the soft hum of its old mechanisms filling the small space. My pulse raced, and I couldn’t tell if it was the heat of the argument we’d had earlier, the emotions that hung in the air like a storm cloud, or just Kyle standing so close to me.

He leaned against the wall, tugging his tie loose and unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, almost as if in invitation. His jaw was clenched, the muscles twitching ever so slightly, but his eyes... burned with the same frustration that was coursing through my veins.

I don't know how it was happening, how it was even possible, but his pheromones were affecting mine in a way that wasn't supposed to happen. We were both Alphas, both top of the hierarchy. But...how could I go into rut because of his pheromones?

But I didn't think that I could hold on much longer. No matter what my brain told me was logical, ethical, but my body needed release, and he wasn't making this any easier on me. The thought of going out into the lobby...where several others could smell the heat of my rut...no!

I knew what he was offering, and it was too tempting to refuse. The why’s and the buts’ faded into the back of my mind as another wave of heat surged through me, this time, nearly bringing me to my knees.

Before I could second-guess myself, I grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard.

It was like flipping a switch. One moment, I was teetering on the edge, and the next, I was freefalling. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, and I melted into him like I’d been waiting for this my whole life. Maybe I had.

His lips were warm and demanding, and when he deepened the kiss, I felt a fire ignite in my chest. My fingers tangled in his hair, and for a moment, it was just us—no elevator, no world, nothing but the heat and the need that seemed to consume us both.

He looked at me then, really looked at me, and I saw something flicker in his eyes. Determination. Heat. And maybe just a little bit of mischief.

Without a word, he started to unbutton his shirt, but I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “Not here,” I said, shaking my head slightly.

He raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for a proper explanation.

“In an elevator,” I told him, the heat making my voice sharper than intended. “Just go for the pants. It’s more convenient.”

Kyle raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by my bluntness, but a slow grin spread across his face. “You’re something else, you know that?”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, even as my heart threatened to hammer its way out of my chest. “I’ve been told.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, and then his hands moved to his belt. The clink of the buckle echoed in the small space, and I couldn’t help but hold my breath.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.

I nodded, my gaze locking with his. “I’m sure.”

Kyle nodded once, his expression serious now, and then he turned me around, his hands gentle but firm. The cool air of the elevator brushed against my skin as he slid my pants down, and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp.

“Elyse,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “If this is what you want...”

It was surprising to see him seeking consent multiple times, even though he was the one who suggested this. But I was glad for it.

“It is,” I said quickly, my voice barely above a whisper. “But Kyle, no foreplay. Just... take the edge off.”

He stilled for a moment, and I could feel the tension radiating off him. “You know how to test a man’s self-control,” he muttered, but there was no mistaking the edge of amusement in his tone.

I grit my teeth, even as my cheeks burned. “Just shut up and do it.”

Everything else faded into the background when I felt his fingers at my entrance. He inserted two fingers, testing the waters, stretching me, and I groaned as my back arched up against him, wanting him to put his dick inside me instead.

“Your hole is beautiful, Elyse. Hot and loose and ready to be filled with dick.” I shook as he pulled out his finger and smacked an ass cheek, making me gasp. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I turned my head to look back at him, and Kyle's focus narrowed down to my lips in front of him when I seductively leaned in for a kiss.

A moan escaped from Kyle's throat as my soft lips finally met his. The kiss was gentle and searching, not hard and demanding like I was expecting. Either way was fine by me. Kyle opened his mouth when he felt my tongue gently swipe against his bottom lip, and his hand came to my nape, holding me in place.

My tongue invaded his mouth as the kiss deepened. But soon enough, as he pressed up against me, I felt his cock against my opening, and I broke the kiss on a gasp.

“Do it,” I said, breathless. And he obliged soon enough.

He touched the tip of his cock to my hole. Then he leaned into me. His huge, hot cock slid in on a long, slow glide. I shuddered in his arms as he buried to the hilt inside me, filling me up in ways I’d never felt before.

“Your ass fits me like a glove, Elyse.” I cried out as he pulled out, before thrusting into me hard and fast. “It’s like you were meant just for my cock.”

I grit my teeth as my cheeks heated, but I couldn’t deny it. This was the best sex I’d ever had in my life…even better than my boyfriend could ever provide.