Twice Shamed, Thrice Blessed

Chapter 2

Adela

Goddess, what am I doing?

The stranger paid for my drinks and tugged me by the wrist out of the club. His scent did things to my head. He led me to his car and the ride to his hotel was so quiet and charged, I couldn't stop trembling in anticipation or staring at him.

He was even more gorgeous close up.

“Do you usually do this?” I asked, trying to distract myself from his c**k that was visibly throbbing in his pants. Oh God, that was huge.

“I told you, Kitten,” He replied.

“You're the first woman that has aroused me in years,”

His hand gripped the wheel, veins standing out along his forearm. Oh God, I was really doing this. I should have told him to turn around. I should have left the moment he touched me at the club. But my body was humming, my wolf… quiet. Usually she should be blazing warnings about how we belonged to Ronan and Ronan alone.

When we finally pulled up to his hotel, I was surprised it wasn't some cheap motel on the sidewalk. It screamed luxury. Oh gosh, all this trouble for a one night stand? I was definitely not cut out for this.

He didn’t speak, just got out and opened my door like a gentleman. My chest ached at the small gesture. It had been so long since anyone treated me like I mattered.

When I took his hand, he shuddered and tugged me inside. He remained still until we entered the room and then the air changed.

I gasped when he came up behind me and held my trench coat.

“Relax, Kitten,” he said softly, brushing a kiss over the side of my face. “It's been long but I am not a barbarian.”

“I'll hold you to that,” I muttered letting him slide down my coat. The silk dress I wore clung to me, barely covering anything, and his eyes darkened as they traveled over me.

“Goddess, You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

Something inside me cracked at the words. My throat burned, tears pricked my eyes. Ronan hadn’t called me beautiful in all of this.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t trust my voice. It wouldn't make sense to burst into tears and confuse the poor man.

Besides, I did not want to think about Ronan tonight. I wanted to think about this gorgeous, sexy specimen of a man before me.

He dropped a kiss to my shoulders, teasing and nipping at my skin. A moan slipped from my lips and he moved his mouth up, kissing me deeply on the mouth.

His hands finally touched me and my body melted. A shudder ripped through me as his fingers slid over my dress, tracing the line of my hip, my stomach, the inside of my thigh. He wasn’t even touching my skin yet, but I was already shaking and whimpering for him.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

I did.

His burning green eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing that mattered in the universe. Then his hand slid under my dress, as his fingers began working my bare thigh and my knees buckled. Soon, he found my terribly wet and dripping p***y.

“Gods,” he groaned, and the sound shot straight through me. I wasn't wearing any underwear and for the first time tonight, I was grateful that I wasn't.

Before I could think, he was lifting the dress over my head, leaving me bare before him, my mask was the only thing I had on.

He took a step back and looked at me like he wanted to memorize every inch. His chest rose and fell, his jaw tight, as if he was fighting for control.

“You’re perfect,” he said hoarsely, ogling my breasts. “f**k, look at you.”

Heat crawled up my throat. I fought the urge to cover myself. He moved closer, cupping my breasts while he kissed me again. I arched into his touch. His mouth moved down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower.

“Oh,” I gasped when his lips closed around my n****e, his tongue teasing my breasts, sucking and flicking, lowering me to the bed. His other hand slid down my stomach, between my thighs, where I was embarrassingly wet.

He groaned when he felt my hot, slick folds, his breath hot against my skin.

“You feel that?” His voice was raw. “That’s all for me. Gods, you’re killing me.”

My head fell back. A whimper left my lips as he slid a finger inside me, slowly and then another.

It was too much yet not enough.

I didn’t even realize I was begging until I heard my own voice.

“Please,” I gasped. “I need… I need more.”

He kissed me harder, swallowing my words, my breath, my sanity. His fingers moved faster, curling just right until I was close to my orgasm.

“Good girl,” he growled against my mouth. “Give in to me. I want to see the look in your eyes when you c*m, look at me.”

I screamed as my orgasm slammed into me. My fingers dug deep into his skin, my whole body convulsing with pleasure.

He pulled away with a grunt, licked up my juices all over his fingers and quickly shed off his clothes.

“I need to be inside you or I will go mad.”

His body was all hard lines and muscle. My eyes widened as he undid his belt, and his c**k slipped out, heavy and flushed.

“Oh that's…” I blushed, “I don't think you would fit.”

“It will, we will fit,” He said raggedly, climbing above me. “I need you to trust me, do you Kitten?”

I nodded, feeling breathless. The massive tip brushed against my folds, teasing my clits. Every fear and doubt melted instantly.

“Yes.”

The moment he slid into me, I cried out. He filled me so completely it almost hurt, but in the most perfectly delicious way.

“f**k,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine. “Oh Gods, my kitten, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

He moved slowly, thrusting deeply, dragging moans from my lips with every thrust. My nails dug into his back, leaving red marks, but he didn’t stop, just growled low in his throat and drove into me harder.

“This,” His voice was breaking now, guttural and raw.

“I don’t… f**k, this doesn’t happen for me. No one does this to me. No one.”

The words made me feel alive, worshipped. He sounded like he was coming apart because of me, like he wanted me, needed me.

When my release came again, it was sudden and violent, making me cry out while my whole body clenched around him.

He cursed, driving into me a few times before grunting as he came deep and hard inside me. For a long moment, neither of us moved, he was still inside me, sweat dripping from his body down to mine while we were breathing heavily.

Then he bent down, kissed my forehead softly, and whispered, “I swear to the moon goddess, I have never felt this alive.”

He rolled off, but held me to his chest. His lips trailed down to my cheeks brushing a strand of hair from my face.

His words should have comforted me. Instead, they scared me. What if he knew he was sleeping with a married, mated woman?

“I want to see you,” He murmured

“You already are,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“No I_” He bit his lip. “I want to see your face. I want to know the woman who has made me feel like this.”

“You can’t,” I said quickly, pulling the sheet up over my chest. “We had an agreement. Y-You can't see my face.”

He studied me for a long moment, then nodded. “All right.”

I turned my back to him, telling myself I would leave soon. I just wanted a little more time to pretend I wasn’t me, just a random woman who had the best s*x of her life.

Sleep took me before I knew it. The sound of someone speaking woke me up.

I blinked rapidly as sunlight streamed through the curtains on my face. I sat up slowly, pulling the sheet around me. My sexy stranger for the night was on a call in the bathroom.

“Darling, I’m sorry I didn’t come home last night. I was busy with some work. Don’t worry, I’ll come home as soon as possible. I love you.”

It felt as though someone dumped ice cold water on me. Oh no. Oh God no! My body went cold. My chest squeezed so tight I could barely breathe.

He was married. The stranger I slept with was married and he had cheated on his wife… with me.

My stomach went queasy, I felt like vomiting. I just… I just ruined another woman's marriage. I was just as bad as Ronan. Tears slipped the corner of my eyes. What was I thinking?

Anger flooded my veins. Oh God,I was so stupid. He had lied about not feeling anything for years, about me being special. He deceived me! He was just like Ronan.

I couldn’t stay here anymore. I was so ashamed and furious. I scrambled out of bed, yanking my dress back on and grabbing my coat. By the time the bathroom door opened, I was gone.

I barely made it into the house before Ronan grabbed my throat, slamming me against the wall.

“Ronan!” I screamed in surprise. He looked furious.

“How dare you,” he snarled, his eyes blazing. “How dare you let another man touch you. Do you know what you did to me last night? My wolf almost died while you were f*****g whoever that bastard was!”

“That's good!” I screamed back at him. I was rattled by the whole affair with the stranger, I was just done. “Now you know all the pain you've caused me in the past two years, you jackass!”