Chapter 3

Erin's POV

At the front desk, he pulled out a credit card and booked a room for me despite my protests. The receptionist glanced at us with a knowing smile, making my cheeks burn. I silently cursed myself for being so sensitive. Why is he helping me? Just because I helped him, or... does he have other intentions?

"Consider it a thank you for your help earlier," he said as he handed me the key card, his fingers brushing against my palm. I felt my inner wolf stir. "I owe you my life."

I could only nod slightly as I took the card.

The moment the elevator doors slid shut, I froze. In that small, enclosed space, his scent was everywhere—powerful and dizzying—making me instinctively want to both approach and flee.

Calm down, stay calm! I took a deep breath trying to steady myself, but my heart only beat faster.

"Eighteenth floor," I said, just to break the silence.

He immediately grabbed my waist, the heat of his palm burning through my clothes. His hand is so hot... My wolf growled, urging me closer.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice raspier than usual.

"Just a little dizzy," I answered, but didn't pull away from his hand. Instead, I found myself leaning into his embrace. What was I doing? This was crazy... but I didn't want to stop.

His arm tightened, pulling me closer, his chest pressed against mine, his rapid heartbeat making me anxious. I looked up at him, his eyes burning with naked desire. God! The way he's looking at me, like he wants to devour me...

Suddenly, his lips were on mine.

The kiss started gentle, his warm lips testing my reaction, making my heart race. He's kissing me... ACTUALLY kissing me! I leaned into him, returning his kiss, and instantly his lips became urgent, his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring dominantly. I could barely breathe, my knees almost giving way, only his support keeping me upright.

A "ding" from the elevator interrupted us. The doors opened, and he practically dragged me out, urgently searching for our room.

"Which room?" he whispered against my ear.

"1836," I gasped, pushing the key card into his hand.

We stumbled to the door, him clumsily swiping the card while his lips never left my neck. The door finally opened, and he pushed me inside, the sound of it slamming shut echoing behind us.

"From the first moment I smelled you, I wanted you," he murmured against my lips. "It drives my wolf crazy."

His words sent a wave of heat between my legs. My body responded instinctively, even as my mind told me this was insane.

His hands began tearing at my clothes, buttons popping off and scattering across the floor. I was just as eager, undoing his tie and ripping open his shirt.

"I want you," I said bluntly, my fingers tracing his exposed chest, feeling his muscles. "Right now."

He growled, his hands grabbing my ass with a squeeze that made me yelp. He lifted me up, and my legs immediately wrapped around his waist. He pinned me against the wall, his hardness pressing against my already wet center through our pants.

"Fuck," I moaned, feeling his impressive hardness and heat.

His lips traced down my neck, teeth scraping lightly over my carotid artery. My bra was somehow already undone, and he immediately took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting until I cried out. This feels SO damn good!

"You're beautiful," he praised, his tongue teasing my sensitive nipple as he carried me toward the bed. His nose nuzzled my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. "Your smell... it's addictive."

When I landed on the bed, he straightened up, almost tearing off his remaining clothes. His body in the dim light was perfect—broad shoulders, tight abs, strong arms, and his fully erect cock, thick and standing proud, its tip already wet.

"Let me see you," he commanded.

I quickly removed my remaining clothes, lying naked on the bed. His gaze grew more intense, and I could feel more wetness flowing between my legs, preparing for what was coming.

He bent down to kiss my stomach, then my inner thighs, before reaching my soaked center. When his tongue first licked across my folds, I nearly jumped off the bed.

"Ah!" I cried out, fingers gripping his hair.

His tongue slid between my folds, sucking my clit, his tongue shallowly entering me. I can't take it... how is he so good at this? Within minutes, I felt my orgasm approaching.

"I'm going to come," I warned him, but he only sucked harder on my clit until I screamed through my climax, thighs clamping around his head.

After I recovered, he climbed up the bed, positioning himself on top of me, his cock pressing at my entrance without entering.

"Look at me," he commanded, his eyes locking with mine. "I want you to remember who made you feel this good tonight."

Then he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt.

"Ah!" I screamed, the sensation indescribable—being completely filled, utterly possessed. His size caused some pain, but it quickly transformed into incredible pleasure. I could feel every inch of him, every vein, every pulse.

He paused, giving me time to adjust, sweat beading on his forehead. "Are you okay?"

"Don't stop," I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me."

Those words flipped a switch. He began thrusting hard, nearly withdrawing completely before plunging back in, making me feel his full length. The bed slammed against the wall, mixing with my moans.

"You're so tight," he whispered in my ear, teeth grazing my earlobe. "I can feel you gripping me."

I couldn't respond, only moan and gasp with his rhythm. Each thrust hit my sweet spot perfectly, making my vision blur.

"Faster," I begged, nails digging into his back. "MORE."

He growled, suddenly stopping to flip me over onto my stomach, then pulling up my hips.

"I'm going to take you from behind," he said, his voice full of possession. "Watch your ass swallow my cock."

He entered me again, this angle letting him go deeper, nearly hitting my cervix. My face buried in the pillow, unable to suppress my moans. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, fingers digging in before landing a sharp slap on my right cheek.

"Ah!" I gasped, but the slight pain strangely enhanced the pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked, another slap landing on my left cheek. "Look how your pussy tightens every time I spank you."

"Yes!" I admitted, shame and desire mingling. "Again..."

His thrusts became faster, harder, each one sending my body lurching forward. I could feel a second orgasm building, growing stronger.

"I'm close," I panted.

"Wait for me," he commanded, his pace increasing, "come together..."

His hand reached around to my clit, fingers rubbing in rhythm with his thrusts. This extra stimulation pushed me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.

"Ah! AH!" I screamed, walls clenching around him.

He reached his limit too, growling deeply as he buried himself inside me. I could feel him pulsing, releasing, his heat filling me.

We collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and breathless. He held me, arm around my waist, lips softly kissing my shoulder.

"That was amazing," he said bluntly, "You're going to be the death of me."

I laughed weakly, nestling into his strong embrace, closing my eyes. "Would be worth dying for."