Steamy Encounter!

AUTHOR POV:

It was a particularly bustling night in S City. Some were occupied with their nocturnal duties, while others revelled in the joy of living. Witnessing young people dancing intimately with one another, even in the absence of familiarity, was not at all surprising.

Their actions were predominantly influenced by two factors: alcohol and more alcohol. Is there anything else that possesses the power to control a person quite like alcohol does? Some succumbed to the allure of the moment and sought inebriation, while others simply desired it.

"What can I get for this lovely lady sitting here alone?" the bartender inquired, struggling to contain his admiration for the blond beauty with stunning blue eyes and perfect curves seated at the bar, her attention fixed on her phone.

"Anything nice and mild, please. I'm not very accustomed to alcohol," she responded in her angelic voice, intensifying the bartender's infatuation with her.

"Are you waiting for someone?" he inquired, his eyes lingering appreciatively on her, especially given her choice of a mini dress that accentuated her already stunning appearance.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend," she replied, offering a robotic smile. He understood her situation well and promptly began preparing her drink.

"It's our anniversary, and he's nowhere to be found. Am I becoming too devoted to him over time?" she pondered, regretting her decision to wait for him in such a crowded venue, as she generally disliked such places.

"Who in the world decides to transform a hotel into an entire nightclub?" she mused, gazing at the various couples engaged in intimate dancing and passionate kissing. She considered herself modern but wished to reserve her virginity for someone she loved and who reciprocated that love. After five years with her Mr. Perfect boyfriend, she had made the decision to give herself to him on this very night, as he had always been eager to take their relationship to the next level.

"Your drink, beautiful," the bartender's voice broke through the haze, and she took her drink, downing it until she lost count of how many she'd had.

"You seem pretty drunk. Need some assistance?" the bartender inquired, noting her inebriated state.

"No, thanks. I just need to use the restroom. Do you know where it is?" she asked lazily, her senses dulled by the drinks.

"Exit to your left, at the corner of the hall," he replied with a smile. His desires tugged at him, wishing he could accompany her, but his responsibilities kept him tethered.

She rose, clutching her purse, and took unsteady steps. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to break free from the raucous crowd near the stage.

"I swear my bladder's about to burst," she muttered as she walked in the right direction and finally reached the women's restroom.

After finishing her business, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, engaging in her usual self-deprecating banter. Life had never been easy for her.

She was the true daughter of the White family, an omega wolf without a pack. With her striking blond hair and blue eyes, she embodied independence and possessed a remarkable body and personality. Despite her strained relationship with her family, she was resilient, enduring disdain and abuse from her pack members. She often stood up to bullies, even though they frequently targeted her with pranks. Regardless of life's challenges, she believed in the power of hard work and helping others.

She walked out only to collide with a solid chest and found herself surrounded by a group of men dressed in black.

"Creo que Esta es la puta que temenos que envier a la habitación. Mírala disfrutando descaradamente incluso antes de tiempo," one of the men remarked to the others, and they chuckled in response.

"Come, girl. You're going to be late for him," he said, gripping her hand.

"Who is he? My sweetheart? Did he send you guys? I knew he would be here. But why didn't he come here himself?" she asked, her confusion evident.

"Look at her daydreaming," another man commented as they escorted her toward a predetermined room, and she followed in silence.

"Átala con cintas como un regalo. Seguro que abrirá," the same man from before suggested, and they proceeded to remove her upper dress, leaving her in the lingerie she had worn underneath, intending to surprise her lover.

"Look at her all prepared," he remarked, securing her hands to the bedposts with ribbons. They then left abruptly, paying no attention to her mumbled inquiries.

"Why are you all leaving? What is going on?" she kept asking, but there was no one left to answer her.

She longed to rest on the comfortable bed beneath her, but the way her arms were bound above her head left her feeling uneasy. She struggled to free herself, her eyes still shrouded in darkness from the blindfold, until she heard the door swing open with a thud. The sound of approaching footsteps heightened her anxiety.

"My love, you're here," she stammered, feeling embarrassed to meet her boyfriend under these circumstances for the first time. Little did she know, a devil was standing before her, admiring her flawless figure clad in delicate lingerie.

Daniel Green, the alpha billionaire, pack leader, and CEO of one of the country's largest corporations, entered the room. He was the heir to the Green family, possessed piercing purple eyes and light brown hair, and was a man known for abstaining from womanizing. Widely regarded as the most attractive man in the country, he was an unwavering and formidable leader. He also held the position of a Mafia leader, and his physique was reminiscent of a Greek god's.

"Damn, they sent us a perfect beauty," he murmured, his tie falling to the ground as the enchanting woman had a profound effect on him. However, there was something else at play, a result of his mind link being disrupted by the potent drug's effects. In this moment, he could sense the woman lying before him as his mate with unmistakable clarity. Overwhelmed, he couldn't restrain himself any longer after catching her delightful scent.

"Never thought I would meet you like this, mate. You invited me with your open legs. I'll ensure your satisfaction," he purred in his seductive, raspy voice, advancing over her like a predator closing in on its prey.

He grasped her exposed, creamy leg and began running his hand along her soft skin, sending shivers through her. She felt a tingling sensation within her panties that she had never experienced before.

His gaze remained locked on her heaving bosom, rising and falling with her ragged breaths. He pressed his lips against her neck, planting a passionate love bite that forced her to bite her own lips to stifle a shameful moan.

Moving his lips downward, he continued his descent until he reached the midpoint of her bosom. He took her right one into his firm grip, and unable to contain herself any longer, she let out the moan that had been imprisoned behind her lips.

"You're losing control over this little thing," he taunted with a smirk, discarding his clothing one by one under the bed. He then seized the lace of her lingerie and pulled it down, revealing her exquisite form, which would serve as his sustenance for the next few hours.

He lavished her with his tongue, tracing the contours of her bosom, causing her moans to spiral out of control. Her cries grew louder as he ceased his exploration of her most intimate area, discovering that he had found a fresh and unripe cherry tonight.

"AHH!" she cried out, her hands clenched in the ropes that had ensnared her, and her feet mimicking the same motion with the bedsheets as she felt the entrance of his sizable presence into her innocent sanctuary.

He untied the ropes and claimed her lips, diving into her mouth with his tongue, exploring every crevice just as he had done below. Gradually, his movements intensified, and the pain began to transform into pleasure for her.

She dug her nails into his broad shoulders, fueling his desire to continue their passionate encounter. And so, they did, for hours on end. She felt herself losing her sanity, with unspent energy coursing through her body due to his intense lovemaking, yet she still yearned for more, as did he.

Finally, he drew near to satisfaction and decided to release the exhausted body beneath him. He had never felt so fulfilled in his life. Removing her blindfold, he gazed upon the beauty he found captivating, even without the influence of the drug that had driven him earlier.

"I love you, David. I'm glad we did this," she murmured in her drowsy voice, her eyes closing as she drifted into unconsciousness in his arms, leaving behind a bewildered and infuriated Daniel. But why did he feel this way about her? Had he fallen in love? But who falls in love so suddenly, especially in the midst of such an intimate encounter? Or had he indeed?