For a split second my mind said, ‘You know, Olivia, you should really ask a few questions about this situation.’ Then the man wrapped his arms around my waist and my mind said, ‘Fuck it.’
At that moment I didn’t care if he was a call boy or what. He was here, and I was here, and as his hand tightened on my hip I could tell he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The long, hard something pressing against my lower belly was proof enough for me.
One big hand captured my chin and tilted my head back so I could finally look him in the eye. I almost gasped in astonishment. The man could have been a model, or a p**n star.
And best of all was the way he looked at me. He was something between a lethal predator and a starving man, and my core clenched in excitement. He wanted to devour me.
“One chance,” he said through gritted teeth, blue eyes darkening by the second. “You have one chance to walk out of this room before I lose control.”
I laughed. Maybe it was the booze, or the new drug, or the heartache, but I needed this man to fuck me dumb. And why shouldn’t I unwrap my present?
“What, all bark and no bite?” I taunted as I made a show of unbuttoning my blouse. My skin burned wherever it was exposed to his ravenous gaze. “Or do you not want to make me forget about him?”
I only got to watch his eyes narrow for a quick moment before my feet were off the floor and he was tossing me onto the nearby bed. “Baby,” he growled lowly, “after tonight, the only man you’re ever going to think of is me.” I scraped my fingers through his close-cropped brown hair and smirked at him.
“Prove it.”
The man’s lips crashed down onto mine, smothering my crooked smile with his hot breath. He wasn’t shy with his tongue either, wasting no time licking into my mouth like he was laying a claim. It was broad and domineering and exactly what I wanted.
I immediately started wriggling out of my pants, and Handsome Sex Worker helped me yank them off my legs without disconnecting our lips.
“So eager,” he slurred into my mouth, half-mocking and half-worshipping. Yes, something in me purred, worship me. It’s what I deserve—what I’m owed.
Damian never made me feel like this, so powerful and wanted, and with a sudden clarity I realize I’d settled. When had I started to settle? I was Olivia Harp, and if anyone deserved this feeling, it was me.
Fuck the Fated bond—I was made for more.
So I hooked my knee over Handsome’s hip and I took it.
I ground up into him, my head falling back in pleasure as his cock slid over my clit. The sensation was perfect, even through our clothes. He hissed and attacked my neck in vengeance.
Handsome’s belt clanked as he threw it carelessly, his pants and boxers following it to the floor. His cock was large, larger than anything I’d taken, and already throbbing. I bit my lip as my pussy clenched around nothing.
Handsome hiked one of my legs up, hooking it onto his elbow before pushing my panties to the side. He groaned at the sight of me all plump and glistening for him, and I yelped as two thick fingers plunged into me without preamble. I was so wet there was no friction, but the stretch and pressure felt perfect.
Well, almost perfect.
“Shit,” he cursed roughly, sweat beading on his forehead. He stuffed a third finger into me and I moaned obscenely. “You’re really so ready for me already?”
“Look who’s talking,” I panted, reaching between us to grasp his standing cock. A groan punched out of him.
“How could I not be?” he grunted, thrusting lightly into my hand. “With you in front of me, looking like this, smelling like—fuck.” He rubbed his cock over my slit once before lining himself up with me.
My heart raced. My pussy clenched. Handsome hovered above me, eyes dark.
“Can’t hold back anymore,” he warned, and then he thrust in.
It was incredible. I felt like he was crammed into me, splitting me open in the most delicious way, and I was instantly speechless. I dug my fingernails into Handsome’s broad shoulders and relished it.
He immediately picked up a rabid rhythm, his cock fitting so snugly into me that it put pressure on every sensitive spot I had. Pleasure fizzed through me almost violently and I found my voice enough to wail. Handsome’s lips enveloped mine to muffle my noises.
Each thrust ratcheted me higher and higher, seemingly effortlessly, and Handsome’s thumb found my clit just before I could realize I needed it. I squealed into his mouth. I felt so surrounded by him.
It didn’t take long. My orgasm hit me hard and fast, locking up every muscle in my body as it roared through me. Or was that Handsome roaring as he came?
I, embarrassingly, didn’t get the chance to find out. Between my physical and mental exhaustion and the rush of dopamine from a world-shattering orgasm, I was asleep almost before Handsome could even tell me his name was Elroy.
One good thing about being a werewolf—fast metabolism. Even wolfless, by the time I woke up the next morning I’d already burned off the hangover.
The room was empty, but Elroy’s clothes were thrown over the bedpost so he was obviously going to be back. I had half a mind to wait for him to come back to pay him, but I had woken up with new determination and wasn’t about to waste any time.
I stood up, and as I redressed I realized Elroy must have cleaned me after I fell asleep. My hair was a mess, but I wasn’t sticky with sweat…or other fluids.
Since I couldn’t wait for him to thank him, I decided to show my appreciation monetarily. Antonia had called him a ‘gift,’ so she’d hypothetically already paid him, but after sex like that the man deserved a raise. I left my engagement ring on the bedside table.
It would fetch him a solid couple grand, and it’s not like I had any reason to keep it.
The wind felt good on my face, and it felt even better to be walking around with my head held high again. I’d made a decision last night—well, really it had been made for me the moment I found out, but at some point between the drink and the dick I’d come to terms with it. I was worth so much more.
I stepped into my home only to be bombarded. Damian was furious, and Louisa just looked condescending. I thought that was rich, since she was still standing in my living room after fucking my fiancé.
“Liv!” Damian shouted, whirling on me. “Where the hell were you all night? You were supposed to help me with the notes for the pack meeting!”
When I still didn’t answer, Louisa scoffed. “You’re pathetic,” she said. “If you want to be Luna you should at least help Damian with his work, since you can’t even give him children.”
I laughed coldly. Bold words from someone who thought mocking her stepsister’s infertility counted as dirty talk. Besides, Damian wasn’t the one managing the pack’s affairs and creating policy changes, he was just the one taking credit for it—I was practically leading the pack already.
Besides, what would Louisa know about family? About responsibility? Just last month she’d come crying to me about how she’d been scammed online, begging me to give her the three million dollars she’d blown before her dad realized she’d used the family credit card.
“Get out,” I said. They both gaped at me. “This is the Harp House, built and owned by my mother, the former Alpha of this pack. As her only child, no one has rights to this house but me.”
Damian’s demeanor softened, but now I could see it for the manipulation it was. “I’m sorry, baby,” he sighed, “I shouldn’t have taken my nerves out on you. I’m just jittery for the meeting, but I know you’ve been busy with the wedding planning—”
“No, you just don’t want me to kick you out,” I said. Damian frowned, unused to this backbone. After all, I’d thought he was worth bowing to before.
“Of course I don’t want you to kick me out,” he said, like that was obvious and I was focusing on the wrong thing. “We can’t work through this is we’re not together. Besides, think about how it will look to the pack if you kick me out with just two weeks until the wedding.”
“Wedding?” I chirped, smiling slightly. “There’s not going to be a wedding. I’ve changed my mind.”
