Chapter 4

Evelyn POV

I struggled to keep my head straight, as I fought for consciousness. I heard footsteps and I knew that the weird omega was back. I staggered up, reaching for a weapon. My hand found the neck of an empty wine bottle. I swung it in an arc and hit him across the head. He went down with a thud, and I ran out of the room and directly into a man.

 “I'm sorry,” I mumbled as I tried to scoot past him.

“Miss, are you alright?” he asked.

I turned and saw the omega coming after me. “Help me,” I said, with panicked eyes and a voice filled with urgency.

The stranger saw the omega, grabbed my wrist, then dragged me into his room. In one smooth motion, he slammed the door shut, locked it, then spun me into his chest

With fear of the omega still overwhelming me, I buried my face in his chest and whimpered weakly, latching onto his trousers to steady myself.

“He’s gone,” said the stranger.

I raised my head from his bare chest and peered at him. Despite my blurry vision, I could tell he was handsome. “What’s your name?” I whispered.

He chuckled, then backed away and walked to his table. “Suppose I told you, would you remember? You seem a little drunk.”

I shook my head. “I was drugged. And there's still quite some amount in my system. But I’ll try to remember. Please, what’s your name?”

“My name isn't important. You look exhausted. I need to get you home.”

I chuckled. “I’d feel safer staying here… with you.”

He walked toward me. “I am a wolf in heat. You know what that means.”

It meant he wanted a woman sexually. Any woman.

 “I can do just the same that omega could do to you. Are you still not afraid of me?”

I chuckled. “I just found my fiancée cheating on me with my father’s wife. You”—I rested my palm on his chest—“on the other hand, seem like an honorable person. I'd rather have sex with you than have sex with that cheat or a creepy omega. Besides, you don't seem all that scary.” I held his face, looking into his blue eyes. “A person with a story and many secrets, yes, but not scary.”

“Your lips are so beautiful, Evelyn,” he said, and I looked up at him.

“How did you know my name?”

He chuckled and gestured to my necklace. “Your necklace says it. Am I wrong?”

“Ah, right. Silly me. And here I thought you were one of those crazy stalkers I have.”

“And if I was? Would you run away?”

“No,” I whispered, and the stranger kissed me. I returned his kiss with a fervent passion, and we gnawed at each other’s lips, each trying to outdo the other’s needs. I moaned as he kissed me from my lips to her neck. His hands wandered, touching me passionately. A flicker of apprehension entered my mind, but I pushed it back, telling myself this was right. This was what I wanted.

He struggled to unbutton my blouse while continuing to steal kisses from my lips. I sighed in pleasure when, moments later, his lips landed on my nipples and he latched hungrily at it. “Oh, the goddess,” I moaned as I wrapped my hands around his head. He played from one nipple to the other with his tongue and lips, fondling them so passionately that I felt the heat in my pussy.

“To the moon goddess,” he said, “you have the most gorgeous body and eyes I have ever seen.” He approached and wrapped his hands around my waist, then spanked my bottom softly.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the bed. There, he laid me on the mattress and kissed me again. I reached for his pants and unbuttoned them. With his tongue, he languidly strolled down my body to my mound, then inserted a finger. “So tight,” he groaned, then played with my clitoris

I moaned and squirmed under his touch, parting my legs further. He moaned in approval and then shifted, placing himself at my entrance. I flinched in fear when I saw the size of him. He noticed my apprehension and he stopped.

“Are you all right?” he asked. “Do you want me to stop?”

 I shook my head. “No. It’s just that it's my first time.”

He chuckled and patted my hair. “I’ll be gentle,” he said and kissed me passionately.

My body soon became receptive, and he entered me slowly. I squirmed as he filled me, the sensation painful at first.

He groaned in pleasure. “So tight. So wet,” he whispered, then kissed my forehead and drove his full length into me.

I grabbed him and cried out.

“Shh. Shh. It's alright. It’ll feel good in a minute,” he said and started moving inside me.

Slowly, my body adjusted to his size, and I loosened my grip on his shoulders. As I relaxed around him, he could feel my calmness and he increased his pace. His groans and my moans filled the room, the both of us reaching the peak of ecstasy in unison.

“I need to take a shower,” I said after the orgasms subsided. He nodded and lifted me, taking me to the bathroom where he washed me. As he kissed me deeply with the water pouring over our naked bodies, sexual tension rose between us again…

I woke early the next morning, feeling sore all over from the previous night’s activities. The handsome stranger with whom I enjoyed those activities was still asleep. So I rose from the bed and went for my bag, leaving behind an envelope that contained a check. Then I got dressed and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me.