One Night Stand

Lucille POV

"What do you mean by 'she is with us?!'" I heard the other guy, who told me to move, shriek in surprise as he made a swerve to glare at his boss. Well, I don't know if it's his boss, but from the aura which he exuded, he seemed like a boss.

"I won't repeat myself," he replied in a thick voice that quickly made me bow my head back. From the direction of his voice, he would be glaring at the other guy right now.

So I took the leap of faith and raised my head, only to meet with that deadly stare again.

"Umm... Sir, ehh, my name is Lucille. I hope I didn't do anything that may have wronged you?" I nervously asked as I tried to not bite my tongue while keeping a steady gaze on him.

"Ron," he suddenly said and shifted his gaze away from me, then began walking away towards the hotel. I was rooted in my spot.

Well, that was rude. I asked him a question, and the only thing he would respond with was 'Ron'. Was that his name or what?

"Are you coming?" I heard his voice again, and like a scared little kitten, I jerked towards the voice and quickly followed behind him. I

might as well follow him, it was already too late, and if my aunt wants to look for me, she would never know that I was with him.

"Um, sir, if it's alright, I would prefer any room you pick for me, and I will pay the expenses!" I began to ramble on, something I always do when I am nervous.

I mean, why wouldn't I be? This guy made me feel scared but yet protected.

Yet he was a stranger and a rude one at that. My ego is being insulted. I harrumphed internally, and it was then I caught the other guy from the corner of my eye.

"And what's your name?" I beamed at him, but he just glared at me while scanning me from head to toe. Ouch, I felt insulted like I was some kind of fly.

"Daniel," he suddenly deadpanned, shocking me. So he knew how to talk? This was cute, I chuckled.

"So noisy," Ron, if that was his name, suddenly spoke in an impatient tone, as if telling me to shut the f**k up. I raised an eyebrow. Huh? Was he being serious right now? I quickly shut my mouth and followed silently behind him.

He didn't even bother to go to the reception but was going for his room. I wanted to call his attention, but he didn't even look my way until he reached his suite. The two men stood at each side of the door.

“We will be guarding here for the night, Alpha,” one of the big burly men suddenly spoke, frightening me. I thought they were mute and void of expression. Why were they addressing him as Alpha?

“Are you sure you should be having this girl in your room? She could be a spy,” Daniel spoke up behind me, and I rolled my eyes. I, a spy? They should clean their eyes.

“She is my mate, what could my mate possibly do to me?” Ron retorted, and the more they conversed, the more the questions were piling up in my head.

“Mate?” I interrupted them by standing in between. “I believe I am not part of this conversation, and I am not the shee~” I gestured at myself in a circular motion. “You guys are referring to.”

“You are very well the one I am referring to, sugar…” Ron replied as he took two steps toward me. His eyes straining on mine again, but this time I could see a mysterious glint in them. And what's up with that sexy smirk?

“Sir… you may have got the wrong person,” I said as I leaned back with my two hands blocking his chest.

“Ron, Alpha Ron,” he replied coldly, his eyes warning me just like they did when I first met his gaze. After some time, he withdrew, and my goodness, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“I will be in the next room,” Daniel suddenly said and left us. I wanted to grab Daniel’s clothes and plead with him not to leave me with this monster, but he left in a hurry with his tail tucked between his legs.

Just when I was about to use the opportunity to run, Ron opened the door to go into the room. I remembered what my aunt said.

Tomorrow I would be meeting my soon-to-be husband, and it would be our engagement ceremony.

Some smelly man would take my first, and yet… I turned around to see Ron glaring at me from head to toe with his arms crossed, as if asking me what I was still doing outside.

Even when angry, he was a fine specimen, with his thick burly arms, muscles looking delicious. He was a ripped-up fine man.

The veins on his hand, my preference for a man. He was everything I wanted. I refused to go back to the house again, even if it means staying the whole night with this stranger. And with that, I also stepped into the room.

The door was shut behind me, and my heart jumped. “Why are you so scared?” his deep voice echoed beside my ear, and I bit my lips.

Why was even his voice having so much effect on me? I was only carrying a small lightweight bag because those were my important things and nightwear for the night, but right now my bag felt heavy.

“Ha... ha... I am not scared, just nervous,” my voice broke. His breath sent shivers down my spine, and my head was filled with unholy thoughts.

“Relax, I won't do anything to you,” his voice boomed with laughter after that sentence. Even though I felt relieved, I kind of wanted to see the next thing he would do.

He walked in front of me and began to loosen his tie. “I will be taking a wash first; you can have the bathroom all to yourself after that,” he informed me, and I slowly nodded.

I pretended to look elsewhere while he stripped naked in front of me. I gulped, and I began to wonder if he had done this in front of another girl before.

I quickly walked to the couch and faced the window while I tried to lessen the quiet atmosphere and stop my mind from producing impressions. “What did you mean by I was your mate?” I asked, hoping it wasn't what I think it is.

“Because you are, you are the fated one of the Alpha of the Black Night pack,” he suddenly whispered his masculine words into my ears, and that was when I realized he was just right behind me.

His hand snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I gasped, feeling my back hit his strong chest.

I couldn't help but lean into his embrace. Just this slight touch, I could feel my panties get soaked. His big palms were spread across my stomach as he sniffed my neck.

Yet instead of pushing him away, I found myself sinking into his arms, wanting more. “Werewolves?” I asked him, even though I knew the answer. I thought they never involved themselves much in the affairs of humans, but for them to have human mates, it was different.

In this world, werewolves and humans coexist; I also had friends in school who were werewolves, and they all had mates who were werewolves too. So ironic to meet my mate on the night of my breakup.

“Yes,” he replied and quickly let go of me. I pouted, feeling the coldness that was once there. He was sure to be warm; that was the thing I loved, and his cologne. Do I really have this man to myself?

It didn't take long before we were both done with our showers. I was actually surprised he didn't make moves on me when I was ready to take a shower, but here I was trapped against the wall, staring into the blue abyss hidden in Ron’s eyes.

In his eyes, I could see need, want, and desire swirling in his pupils, luring me into something I wasn't ready to embark on.

“I wouldn't do anything to you if you wouldn't let me?” he suddenly said in a gruff voice. I could feel his restraint, his leash on himself. He was ready to tear it off for me if he was given the slightest chance.

I stared at his lips, and I gulped. The temptation was too much. He knew I was looking at them, so his lips were lifted into a smirk.

“If…” I paused; this was going to be a major decision for me. Am I ready to take it? Shaking my head fervently, I threw all caution to the sea.

“If you promise to be gentle…” I shifted my sight to his eyes again. I could feel the leash being cut off.

Without saying anything, he leaned in and claimed my lips, kissing me deeply as if my whole being belonged to him. His tongue explored my mouth in ways Jacob never did. I was glad I didn't give him my first.

He wrapped his huge arms around my waist and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, fearing I would fall.

He carefully took me to the bed while still kissing me. Our tongues danced in rhythm like it was a song. I bit his lips, and even though it was a mistake, he groaned in response.

He gently laid me on the bed, keeping eye contact between us. I could see the fire burning in his eyes, and I wanted to quench it.

Settling himself above me and with one of his legs in between mine, he continued to kiss me while his hands caressed my skin, teasing but making sure not to touch my sensitive parts. Was he playing with me right now?

He was actually gentle and didn't seem like the cold and ruthless man I met by the entrance. He slid his fingers into my nightwear and caressed my sensitive lips.

I moaned into his mouth, and he moved his lips away from mine, making it to my neck. After missing it for a while, he bit into my neck, making my body shiver.

He began to rub my clit until my juices were gushing out. After some while, he pulled away, briefly bringing the same fingers to my mouth.

I found it so absurd, but why was the scent of my own juices so arousing? I opened my lips and sucked on his fingers, staring at him.

He had this pained expression, like he was trying his best to restrain himself.

“You don't have to restrain yourself,” I reassured him as he leaned in to nibble on my neck and lick there as if he was trying to mark me as his.

“Trust me, baby girl, I need to get you ready before I destroy you,” he groaned into my ears, and I couldn't control the juices that spilled out of me more. Does he know what kind of effect he was having on me right now?

His finger returned to touching me, while his other hand cupped my exposed full breast. He was about to enter me with his fingers but stopped him. While panting hard, I fought words to say this without showing my vulnerability. “I... I am a virgin,” I warned him.

There was a brief silence between us before he suddenly grinned and kissed my forehead. “I know. I will be as gentle as you want me to be, just tell me when to stop,” he whispered softly. This was the first time I found his voice so affectionate. I liked it.

He slid his fingers into my warm hole, and I dug my fingers into his back. Sliding into me back and forth, he went faster and faster till I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. Biting his skin, my abdomen felt ticklish. I wanted more.

He suddenly withdrew and looked straight into my eyes. I saw his eyes trail down to my lips. I must be looking like a mess. He then leaned in and kissed me again, this time he didn't touch me but let me sink into his kisses.

I didn't even know when my underwear was no longer in sight, and he was there ready to take me. He withdrew, and with a playful smirk on his lips, he made me look down at his thick shaft. Would that even fit me???

“It's too big,” I blurted out, and he chuckled. “You don't have to be scared; it actually likes you,” he said as he placed his big palm over mine and moved it to his shaft.

He made me stroke it, and with each stroke, he twitched till his breathing was hard, and his face was flushed.

“That's enough,” he pleaded, but I wanted to tease him more. He grabbed my hand while glaring straight at me. “I won't go easy on you,” he said as he pressed the head of his shaft against me, pleading to go inside.

I flinched at first, but Ron showered me with kisses to ease the tension. “I told you I would be gentle,” he whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my neck and creating goosebumps.

The moment was finally here! The moment that I, Lucille Walker loses her virginity to Alpha Ron.