DON'T GO AWAY

Third POV

After an unknown amount of time, Wyatt broke the kiss and reluctantly left Harper's lips.

He held her, burying his head in her shoulder, breathing in her scent with abandon.

His wolf wanted to enter her, to make her his right now, but Wyatt showed great restraint in not moving further. She seemed too drunk to know who he was. He didn't want to be rude to her.

Wyatt took a deep breath and with great strength ordered himself away from her, only to find Harper pulling on his arm to stop him from leaving.

"Are you sure you want to go on?" He looked back at Harper, eyes brimming with restrained desire.

"Don't go away, please." Harper nodded and pressed his hand to her cheek with a pleading expression.

Her breathing had not yet calmed from the deep kiss she had just received, and her cheeks had become even redder, as fresh and tender as ripe cherries. The green eyes looked like water-washed emeralds, and the curled lashes were streaked with a few crystalline tears that flashed and tickled his heart as she blinked slowly.

Wyatt's breath caught and he felt himself at the limit of his patience. But he stroked her cheek anyway and asked, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Harper nodded again and squeezed his hand a little tighter.

Maybe it was because his embrace was too warm, maybe it was something else. All she knew was that she really didn't want him to leave right now. She desperately needed some heat, some warmth. Otherwise, it was as if she was on the verge of drowning in loneliness and pain.

"Well, since that's what you want, I'll do as you wish." Wyatt gave her an almost indulgent smile and leaned down to press his forehead against hers.

"Tell me your name, sweetheart."

"Harper," she said slowly, looking into his eyes.

"What a beautiful name, as lovely as you are." He kissed her and said, "My name is Wyatt, you must remember it."

After hearing the name, Harper felt a sudden tremor in her wolf that had been dormant for five years. But when she felt it again after that, she couldn't feel anything, which made her think it was an illusion.

Wyatt slid his hand under her skirt, sliding over her smooth skin. "Tell me, is there any other man this close to you?"

"No, you're the first." Harper shook her head.

Mason had never been more intimate with her than with a kiss. Harper had once thought she was unattractive to him, but now it seemed that maybe he just didn't want her to interfere with his "pure" Alpha blood.

"So it looks like you're still a virgin?" Wyatt curled his lips into a smile, ecstatic to have this gem all to himself.

"Is something wrong?" Seeing Wyatt's smile, Harper suddenly became a little nervous. Was she really that unattractive?

"Nothing, I just think the men around you are blind to it." Wyatt wiped away his smile and whispered, "After all, you have such slender legs..." He lifted Harper's calf and planted a kiss on it.

"Smooth skin..." His kiss came to her stomach, "Soft breasts...", and then came to her chest, "Beautiful eyes...", and finally landed on her eyelids.

His kisses were like sparks falling on the straw, instantly igniting her body. Harper gasped and twisted her body slightly, trying to ease the strange sensation. He picked her up and placed her on his lap, and she felt his hot, hard cock against her ass.

Harper's body shuddered as Wyatt slid his fingers into her panties. And he felt the essence of her soaking through his fingers.

"You're so wet, my puppy." his lips pressed against her earlobe, and that sexy voice drilled into her ears, making her heart tickle.

Harper buried her head in Wyatt's shoulder shyly, but suddenly he inserted his fingers inside her, moving slowly in and out, stimulating her and pushing her higher.

"Ah!" Harper moaned coquettishly because of the ultimate pleasure.

Shocked that she could make such a sound, subconsciously, she bit her lip with her teeth, trying to prevent herself from making a more shameful sound.

"Don't be shy, it sounds very lovely." Wyatt turned her head, and gently coaxed Harper to let go of the teeth biting her lip. He pushed her teeth away with his tongue, licking the mark on her lips. and began to rub her clit slowly.

Harper gasped, hugging Wyatt, clutching his clothes. It seemed like a sweet torture to her.

"Ah... no... hurry..." She twisted her body and wrapped her legs around his strong waist, wanting more.

Wrapped in her legs, Wyatt gasped deeply. He rubbed his cheek against hers and said with a grin, "What a greedy puppy. If you want more, beg your master."

"Please..." Harper's head felt like a sticky mess, all senses focused on his touch.

"Which master do you belong to?" whispered Wyatt, like the serpent tempting Eve.

"You..." Harper looked into his gorgeous eyes and answered obsessively.

"Who am I?" His fingers began to move in a more teasing manner.

"Ah...Wyatt...Wyatt!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Wyatt pulled his fingers out and laid her down on the bed. He buried his head in her legs, and began quickly hitting her most sensitive spot with his lips and tongue.

Unable to control herself, Harper screamed at the intense stimulation. Her seductive moans acted as a catalyst, making him move harder.

Harper felt like she was about to float up into the clouds. Eventually, she plunged her hand into his thick hair and arched her back, reaching the first climax of her life.

Exhausted, she lay back on the bed, squinting her eyes slightly and panting. Her cheeks flushed alluringly, and her long hair clung wetly to her body, spreading untidily across the white sheets as if her body had turned to water.

Wyatt left a light kiss on her forehead, admiring her sensual panting as he removed his robe.

He placed his body on top of Harper again and said,

"Now it's my turn."