Chapter Three: Night With The Stranger

Ava’s POV

"Give me two shots of tequila and a glass of mojito," I demanded from the enticing bar boy whose face was iconically and his body... I checked him out, well, he would pass to her taste, but tonight, I was going for something more... classical. So, internally I shook her head and averted her gaze."

I sat at the dimly lit bar, her fingers drumming impatiently on the polished surface. The bar was smoky, and the low hum of voices filled the air. It had been months since Aiden had shattered my heart, rejected me as his mate, and chosen Isabella over me.

“I guessed as I have lost my inner wolf as I haven’t been able to feel any mating bond with anyone ever since me and Aiden parted ways, or is it because I have become an alcohol addict?”, I thought aloud even as I started feeling so useless as all this thoughts kept pouring in.

I tried to connect back to my inner wolf even as I sat at the counter, but as usual she wasn’t responding

I have become a rogue sex addict, with no inner wolf. All thanks to Aiden.

“How the hell will I even know if I finally find my mate”, I said aloud angrily.

“Ma, is anything the matter”,

I was jerked back from my thought even as the bartender gave me the drinks, and I downed the tequila quickly. I felt the fiery burn in her throat, but I didn't mind; it helped me forget the pain.

As I admired my mojito, a man approached me. I could see from the tag on his suit that his name was Logan.  He had a nice suit and a confident smile.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked with a charming smile.

I turned my head to look at him, my eyes cool and distant. "Sure, but don't expect much. I'm not in the mood for small talk."

The man leaned in closer, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Who needs small talk when we can have a more... fulfilling conversation?"

I arched an eyebrow, and a smile tugged at my lips. "You think you can fulfill me?"

He reached out to touch her cheek, and I let him, the caress feeling strangely empty. "I can certainly try."

I chuckled, pulling away from his touch. "You're not my type, darling."

The man seemed taken aback, though not ready to give up yet. "And what is your type?"

I suddenly became quiet as my gaze scanned through the room, my thoughts momentarily drifting back to Aiden and Isabella. I have been sleeping with countless men since my heartbreak, but it had all been a hollow attempt to fill the void left by Aiden’s betrayal.

"My type," I finally said, "Is unavailable, taken, and completely unattainable.”

The man seemed to catch my meaning and nodded, "What's your poison then, beautiful?"

The man, not moved by my initial coldness, leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Let's make a deal, beautiful. For tonight, forget the unattainable and let me show you a world of pleasure you've never experienced before."

My eyes met his with a hint of curiosity.  It had been so long since someone had genuinely piqued my interest. "And what's in it for you, mister...?" I teased, deliberately omitting his name.

His smile deepened, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. "Call me Logan. And what's in it for me is the thrill of the chase. I like a challenge, and you, my dear, are worth the catch."

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Logan's confidence and charm. I just played the hard to get. But here was a man who seemed to have brought me to my knees. "You think you can handle me, Logan?"

His fingers brushed against her hand, sending shivers down her spine. "I'm willing to find out."

My heart quickened as she felt a tingle of excitement

I arched an eyebrow, and a ghost of a smile tugged at my lips. "You think you can fulfill me?"

He reached out to touch my cheek, and I let him, the caress feeling strangely empty. "I can certainly try."

"You have a way with words, Logan”. I said “But words alone won't be enough to keep me interested."

Logan's hand slid down my waist, pulling her closer. Our bodies brushed together as he whispered, "Actions speak louder than words, my dear."

Now the wine intoxication started creeping in, and I didn’t even know when Logan and I moved to the rooms upstairs, but I knew I could feel sweet when he started kissing me.

As Logan's hands ran down my body, I couldn't help but shiver with excitement. I closed my eyes as his lips landed on my neck, eliciting soft moans from my lips. Every touch sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I knew I was completely under his spell. Something just really felt different with him. It was as if something inside me was lunging for more of him.

As he pressed me against the wall, I could feel his hard, muscular body against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His hands wandered down to my waist, then to my hips, exploring every inch of me. I murmured his name, lost in the sensation of his touch.

In that moment, there was nothing else in the world that I wanted more than Logan. The desire between us was undeniable, and I couldn't resist him any longer. I arched my back as he continued to kiss my neck, and I knew that I was his for the taking.

As the night went on, my inhibitions faded away, and I gave in to his touch. Though I was inexperienced, he was patient and took his time, making sure I was comfortable every step of the way. We undressed each other slowly, and as his strong, muscular body pressed against mine, I felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

As he entered me, I let out a soft gasp. It was unexpected, but the sensation was thrilling. With every thrust, waves of pleasure crashed through my body, making me moan uncontrollably. My fingers dug into his skin as I held onto him tightly, lost in the passion that was building between us.

Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, and I could feel the deep connection that was forming between us. It was a feeling I had never experienced before. The way our bodies fit together was like they were made for each other, and the pleasure was beyond anything I had ever felt.

"Oh God," I murmured as his movements became more urgent. I could feel my release building inside me, and I knew that I was getting closer and closer to the edge.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Come for me," he said, and that was all it took.

With a cry of his name on my lips, I let go, my body convulsing with pleasure. It was an intense experience, and I knew that I would never forget it.

As we both reached our peak, our bodies trembled with pleasure, I knew that this moment would stay with me forever. Even though I knew this was a total stranger, I was grateful for this unforgettable experience with Logan.

We both fell tired on the bed. The feeling of his skin against mine was electrifying. As he entered me again, I gasped, feeling him fill me up. It was intense, and I held on to him tightly as we moved together in a dance of pleasure. The pleasure was all-consuming, and I lost myself in it, forgetting everything else.

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Before I could say Jack Robinson, it was already morning. I turned to my side to see the face of the man that made my night and to my surprise he was nowhere to be found. I felt maybe he went to get something, but I waited and waited and there was no trace of him. I don’t know why I really wanted him do bad right now.

“What is this weird feeling I’m having?”, I thought aloud

Where has Logan gone too?