One-night Stand with my Fiance's Father

2. Serena's POV

“Let me go,” I breathe out, fighting to get out of his grip and struggling to keep his intoxicating scent away from invading my nostrils.

He's not paying attention to me. With one hand, he's carrying me away from the chaotic hall, taking a little staircase and winding up in an empty hallway.

I wanna scream but at the same time, I feel he's not gonna hurt me. At least not in the way I don't approve of.

He finally drops me, with her back against the wall and his veiny hand resting at each side of my head while his eyes are digging into me. It's just the both of us in the hallway.

Tilting my head to meet his gaze put a little strain on my neck.

I've always been one to brag about my 5’7 height but against this man, I feel f*****g small. Miniature. His broad, muscular body is intimidating. Too intimidating that I wanna snap at him for lifting me like I'm some little piece of s**t.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, trying to sound really courageous but flopping hugely as my emotions cloud her voice.

Fear. Excitement. Thrill. Curiosity. All emotions jumbled up, and hung in my voice.

“Why were you leaving in such a hurry?” He speaks, stealing my breath with his husky, deep and edgy voice.

I didn't also fail to notice that he has an accent. One that doesn't belong to our Pack. Even the outfit looks kinda odd. Who is he?

Well, our Pack has been flooded with foreigners who will be attending my wedding tomorrow. So yeah, is he one of them?

He definitely doesn't know I'm the Alpha's daughter, or he won't be so daring with me right now.

“What do you care? I'm done here and I wanna go home…”

He mumbles something in a language I definitely don't understand. But damn he sounds sexy. Again, which Pack is he from? My curiosity peaks.

“You can't leave yet. Not until we have a good talk.” His hand trials my dress, winding around my cleavage. I stiffen with widened eyes, as my breathing labors.

“What are you doing?” I shudder, but still can't deny that he's effortlessly arousing me. Arousing but also dominating me. The only guy who can do both in a span of seconds.

But he's way older!!

“Don't be scared, little mate. I'm just…thrilled to finally meet you.” His hooded eyes finally spark with some bit of liveliness.

With that edgy, rugged voice, it's clear he's been yelling orders and screaming threats all his life. He seems to be struggling to speak softly right now.

And what? Little mate…it sounds way too sweet than normal. I would have been over the moon about finding my mate if I wasn't so in love with the man I'll be marrying tomorrow, who also plans to ruin my Pack.

And again, he looks twice my age! Why will the moon goddess do something like this to me?

“Don't be. this isn't gonna happen. I reject…” I get cut off as he slams his lips on mine. Hungrily. His fingers attack the ropes of my gown, tugging hard at them.

I repeatedly bump my fists into his broad, tattooed chest, struggling to break the kiss. But he's not letting that happen.

His grip is in my hair, tilting her head back and diving deeper into the kiss. My legs go weak and I'm literally melting away. Nothing has ever felt so wrong but yet so f*****g right.

I gasp in his mouth when I feel his hand lifting my gown and sliding into my panties. My struggles double until I succeed in breaking the kiss.

“Don't…” but he's not letting me speak. He's fighting to claim my lips again. I move my head to the sides, evading his kiss. “Not..out here…” I plead, and he claims my lips again.

But this time the kiss is shorter and he's just staring erotically into my eyes. He’s panting wildly which depicts just how needy and aroused he is.

I can't control the wild beating of my heart either. And my panties are so soaked. How did I go from being sad to being so aroused? And by a complete stranger, dear goddess.

I hadn't realized until another man came to the hallway. Only then did I realize he was mind-linking someone.

“Yes?” the man who came says, looking at both of us with a blank expression.

“Tell the manager that I need one of the empty rooms. Pay him whatever he asks. Just get me the damn keys.”

He sounds so authoritative that I take another second to wonder who he is. An Alpha? Some rich guy from one of the neighboring pack? He sounded way too authoritative to be just a random rich guy. Who is he?

The man bows and leaves. I try to push him off a bit but he doesn't budge.

“I can't do this…” I breathe out, but my body seems not to agree with me, opposing whatever is about to happen between me and this man. Still, I'm willing to try.

“Yes, you can. I didn't wait for years to meet you just to let you go at first sight. I wanna feel you…” his fingers trail my lips, igniting more sensations in me. “I NEED to feel you.”

Soon the man returns with a key. He opens one of the rooms in the hallway, bows and leaves.

I shake my head. “Please, please, let me go…”

But he's already lifting me off the ground and into the room. He drops me on the middle sized bed and quickly takes off his belt and cloak and shirt and shoes. Soon, he's standing in just his briefs.

My heart is pounding in fear and anticipation. I'm still fully clothed and making no move to remove my clothes.

“You're way older than me…” I'm trying so hard to put some logic between the sparks going off between us.

“You're not a virgin, are you?” His husky voice is maddening. I shake my head and his lips curve in a snide smile. “That bastard.”

His briefs are gone and I'm staring at an erect and thick d**k. He pushes me further on the bed, forces my legs apart and settles between them. An aroused but rigid gaze is pinned on me. Like he's daring me to really fight him off.

His veiny hands are pinned at my sides and he's staring at me like a beast about to devor his prey.

“I…I…” I struggle, trying to come up with another excuse. But he's already taking off my clothes, stealing every bit of chance I can use in breaking this off.

“Why were you crying so bitterly?” He asks, after he'd taken off all my clothes and teasing my n*****s with his fingers.

I moan, throwing my head back and fiddling with his hair. I shouldn't enjoy this. But I can't help it. He's not doing much but my whole body is already burning with desire.

“Why?” He repeats more sternly, as he pauses sucking on my n*****s.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes again. My lips quiver as I try to speak. “The guy I'm in love with doesn't love me. He's only using me…”

The man stills. He doesn't ask any further questions and just lowers his face and kisses my lips thoroughly. Lost in the kiss, I barely felt him sliding in. Until he began thrusting. Slowly. But firmly.

“Oww…” I gasp at the pleasure and a bit of pain, wrapping her legs around him, hugging him, trying to feel every inch of him. Why? I've never felt this way for any other guy. Was it the mate bond? Was it the effect?

With each thrust, I find myself moaning out loud and almost squealing. He is thrusting unapologetically, leaving a bold statement with each thrust. And I love it. His bold and unapologetic thrusts are healing me. At least for the night. The bed gyrates to our rhythm and I hug him tighter with each thrust.

“Then don't go back to him,” the man finally says, still thrusting deeper into me. Kissing my face, down to my neck, he adds between grunts. “Come with me. This pack will be ruined soon. So please, leave with me. Tomorrow. At dawn.”

My delirious state didn't let me realize the gravity of his words. I find myself nodding and begging him to go deeper into me. My toes curl in anticipation of a mind-blowing orgasm.

He hits my G-spot over and over, until I'm near orgasm. He stops, and I almost scream out in frustration.

“Please…don't…don't stop…”

“I need to get that promise from you before I give you the release you crave so badly.”

“What?”

“Promise me you'll come with me.” His voice is needy and smitten. “Promise me.” He's begging and that flutters my heart even more.

Lost in my feelings and in the moment, I find myself saying words I definitely didn't mean.

“I promise. I'll come with you…” then my squeals follow, as he gives me one last thrust and I orgasm, squirming harder under him.