Chapter 4: Intimacy

A Brad Pitt clone? As I turned around, I noticed that the man in front of me looked a little like Brad Pitt. His hair was the color of Achilles' armor and perfectly coiffed. His eyes were as clear as a mountain stream, and his face were in perfect proportion to one another as if he were looking into a mirror.

He appeared to have been cast from a distinct mould, as he possessed an androgynous appearance that was unusual among most people. He exuded energy, having been lacquered and enameled by the sun. 

Those mountain peak cheekbones looked like they had been carved into shape by a master artisan. The outlines of their bodies were so sharp that it appeared as though they had been molded and matched to perfection.

As I fell under his steady gaze, his eyes, which were as dazzling and captivating as lodestars, captivated me and I was enchanted. They were aglow with mirth and shined like two eternity-blue jewels aglow in the snow. 

"Can you tell me who you are?" I inquired while my gaze was drawn to his seductive eyes. His manner of speaking, as well as his immaculate and sophisticated appearance, gave the impression that he did not come from around here.

"I'm just someone who has a lot of admiration for you!" I was completely taken in by his friendly smile when he responded, and I became speechless. This is the first time I've ever had a chance to encounter someone as attractive as him, and he expresses his admiration for me.

"Excuse me? You admire me?" I asked.

"Yes… If it's okay with you, I'd want to accompany you tonight." As I went on listening to him, the gentleness of his voice continued to soothe my spirit.

"Thanks! But I'd prefer to be alone." I don't want to make my emotions clear to him, therefore I'm not giving room to him to stay with me. If I do such, He might be under the impression that I'm too easy to seduce.

The moment he listened to my reply, he laughed, and his white fang-sharp teeth flashed vividly in the light. "What is it about your eyes that tell me otherwise?" His face was still bright with a smile as he asked the question.

When I first heard him, I was taken aback. 'Did he come across my overly blatant admiration for him? No, that can't possibly be true!' I whispered to myself, simulating a faint smile at him. 

Just as I was about to say something, he abruptly grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the basement door. He wrapped my body around his chest and used his right palm to cover my lips. "Keep your voice down, someone is making their way towards us." 

I was exhaling heavily and sniffing his chest at the same time. The cologne he was wearing smelled very elegant. There was nothing I could do to get enough of how good he smelled. I wished I could stay in his hug for the rest of my life.

After a few minutes, he relaxes his grip on me and takes a few steps back. "Please accept my apologies for holding you so long. As soon as I noticed someone approaching, that was the only thing that came to me."

'Seriously? I felt like it was your fault that I was allowed to slip out of your arms!' I was giddy with joy as I whispered this to myself, inwardly. "It's fine, I understand," I said, flippant to his response.

"Are we going to remain here all night?" He asked, and I was taken aback. "Can you tell me what you mean?" With a raised brow, I respond to his question with one of my own.

"Aren't we going into the basement?"

"Oh," I finally realized what he was talking about, and I opened the door. We both walked inside the room as soon as the door unlocked. I made a point of looking around to see if we'd been spied on, but there isn't anything suspicious going on. As soon as we walked through the door, I swiftly locked it.

"Wow, this place appears to be beautiful enough to remain!" He remarked as he stared in awe of what he was seeing. My objective was to be silent as I made my way to my assigned seating area. I was the one who decorated the basement back then, and I did it to suit my preferences. Aside from that, I had no idea that someone else would enjoy it because the decor, in my opinion, is somewhat worn out.

After taking a few moments to study the decorations, he strode up to my side and took a seat next to me. "Do you want to get started?" He turned to face me and inquired.

"Where do you want to start?" It took me by surprise as I questioned him. 

"It's all about the wine!" With a chuckle, he pointed to the drink in my palm and said. I breathed a sigh of relief and threw the bottle of wine to the ground. I was overthinking things and appeared to be a little uncomfortable in his presence. "Considering that you are only carrying one glass cup, I think we'll have to split it at the same time."

I was paying great attention to his comments, and I couldn't stop thinking about how he seemed to be so comfortable with me even though this was our first encounter. Nonetheless, I was overjoyed to have someone like him keep me company because I'm sad tonight. "All right, let's get to it," I replied.

He poured a few drops of wine into the cup after opening the bottle. I was the first person to take a sip of the wine before he did too. As I swallowed the drink, I felt an itch in the back of my throat. Because of the amount of alcohol in my system, it feels like my throat is burning.

After a low grunt from my lips, he grabbed my hand and asked, "Hey Kimberley, are you okay?" When he inquired, he sounded a little concerned.

I softly pushed his hand away from mine and locked my focus on his for a few moments longer. "Kimberly? pfft! How did you find out my name?"

"I've already admitted that I'm a secret admirer of yours. So it's reasonable for me to be aware of your identity."

"I'm curious, who exactly are you? I can tell you're not from the downtown area because of your accent."

"Yes, I'm not from here... I travelled all the way from another city simply to see you."

"You want to see me?" I let out a scream. "What for?" As we talk, we both continue to slowly swig from the single glass of wine.

"I like you, therefore that's why!" He responded in a seductive tone. As soon as I heard his response, the drink in my hand split onto the floor. I was stunned. What I couldn't believe is that a cute guy like him would come out and say that he likes me. "Why are you surprised? I've already stated that I like you." He repeats his statement.

"Huh?"

"It appears you are a lady who speaks in hushed tones. Considering how long we've been here, you haven't said much at all. What exactly is going on with you? Is it because of the way your step sister betrayed you, or something else?"

"How did you know?" As my eyes widened in surprise, the words fell out of my mouth without me realizing it.

"I was present throughout the entire time that Alpha Derrick rejected you. That he favored your stepsister over you was obvious to me as well."

As soon as he described Alpha Derrick rejecting me, the wound that had appeared to be healing after I first laid eyes on him erupted once more. Something sharp pierced into my chest, and my heart began to bleed. Rejection is the word that I despise the most right now. Rather than responding to him, I chose to remain completely deafeningly quiet. I couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry if that hurts you in any way. Bringing it up is not something I intend to do." His instant apology came as a result of his observation that my demeanor had altered to a depressed one.

"Tonight, I want to forget about everyone, and have a good time!!" I mumbled, my voice a little shaky from the alcohol.

"Really? I'm willing to assist you if you ask me to." As he responded to me, a smile appeared on his face.

"Can you tell me how you propose to go about it?" I looked him straight in the eyes.

"By transforming you into a real woman."

"How is that possible?" As I stare at him with great focus, my eyes are filled with a pique of curiosity.

"It is doable if we work together." All of a sudden, my lips were tenderly kissed by him as he leaned in close. 

I went completely still as I processed what had just transpired. Is it possible that someone kissed me on the lips? Everything in my body and brain is electrified in that single second when he brushes against my body. It's the excitement of finally being together in a way that goes beyond words, in an absolutely tangible way.

"This time I'm in control; so you be a good girl and don't move your hands. I'm going to drive you crazy, then stop, then do it all over again until you beg me to finish this. Even then, I won't. I'm just going to do every naughty thing to you until your mind and body explode." He whispered to me while biting my ear, seductively.

I stand there, looking at him like an idiot, not knowing what to say or do. I was completely absorbed by his words, but I was delighted by what he had just murmured into my ear. After giving it some consideration, I decided to enjoy the moment. Since I would be becoming a slave in three days, the only option is to surrender myself to this stranger and take pleasure in our intimate relationship tonight. 

In the dim light of twilight and gloom, he stands close enough for me to catch a whiff of his aroma. His arms abruptly wrap around my back, and with a gentle pull, our skin comes into contact with each other.

I feel his hand in my hair, and I can see how much he enjoys the softness of it, as he watches it fall and releases it. Afterwards, his fingers travel down my cheekbones and into my mouth. We begin to move as if we are in a dancing hall at this point, and the kissing begins. Our bodies seem to fit together as if we were created specifically for this, to fall into one another and feel the natural rhythm of the world.

A soft bounce on the mattress is all I get as he pulls me off my feet and carries me toward the bed, all with a chuckle in his voice. We only look at each other in the eyes for a split second, just long enough for us to feel secure in this moment. Then he gets down to business, unzips my dress and removes my shoes.

With his lips on my toes and his hands on my legs, he kissed me from the bottom of my feet up, always a bit higher than the kisses. I can feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing that his fingers are just around the corner. "Ouch," The first groan that escapes my lips occurs as my head rocks back against the pillow in response to his motions. 

It only took one touch to put an end to it. I felt electricity running through my skin, hormones shutting down my higher brain, and the emergence of my wolf personality, all at the same time. From that point forward, it was all passion, intensity, and intoxication. It served as a release, an escape, and a drug for me...

It's not that I'm easy to get along with. I was aware of my surroundings well enough to prevent a man from putting his hands on me. The problem was that I had flipped too many switches with chemistry, with suffering, that it was not feasible to go backwards.

His right-hand reaches down to my thigh, pulling up the lingerie that has been hanging loosely above it. I reciprocate with a smile and a kiss, as he had anticipated. His mouth feels broader than it should as if it is torn between grinning and kissing as I press my lips against his.

No matter how hard I tried, I was unable to move. His fingers have successfully short-circuited my thoughts most positively. He immediately turned me around and proceeded to have his way with me from behind…