Awakening of the Luna

One Nightstand

KAREN'S POV

“Let go of me,” I spat at the arrogant men trying to take advantage of me, but they were adamant about doing so as they continued trying to harass me.

Just then, I felt a hand pull me away from them. “You heard the lady, didn’t you?” I heard a deep voice speak from beside me.

“We're sorry; we’re just leaving,” one of the men said as they quickly went away.

I could tell they were frightened by this man beside me, making me curious to see how he looked.

I staggered to turn and looked up to see the man standing beside me. My eyes widened in disbelief at what I saw.

He was incredibly handsome, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. His chiseled features, athletic build, and effortless style made him impossible to ignore.

I was so dizzy and tipsy, but I couldn't help but drool over him. My eyes scanned from his face and stopped on his small lips, which caught my attention, and I just couldn't help but feel drawn to them.

I wanted to kiss him, to feel his touch. Just then, he smiled, and his whole face lit up, revealing a hint of mischief and kindness.

I tried to move away, but my legs betrayed me, and I ended up falling. He rushed to pick me up again, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"You are so drunk, and I don't think you can go out on your own. Let me help you," he offered, taking my hand in his.

I felt a spark of electricity at the skin contact, and I couldn't help but wonder why.

He wrapped my hand around his neck, and I glanced up at him, feeling a sense of safety and protection.

"Come, I will take you out of here," he said, his voice low and gentle, as he slowly led me away.

I felt warm inside, and for once, nothing else mattered to me right now except this feeling. I had never felt this spark with anyone before, including Brian.

I had never felt this drawn to Brian before, even though he was my mate, and I wondered why.

I could tell that there was something special about this man, or was it just the alcohol that was having an effect on me? I thought.

Even though it turned out to be alcohol’s effect, I still wanted to get more of him, to know him better.

As we walked, my mind wandered to dirty thoughts. How would he taste? I wondered, trying to take a glance at his pants, but he pulled me even closer, his body heat radiating onto mine. I felt my face flush with desire, and I knew I was in trouble.

He was a stranger to me, but I just wanted to be with him, even if it was just for a moment.

Everything about him made me want to be with him; I don't understand why. Or maybe it was because I wasn't myself right now, but again, I didn't care. My main goal was to forget my sorrow, and right now I can say I have actually done that, I thought to myself.

I wanted him so badly, and that's all I could think of at this point.

I couldn't deny the desire burning inside me. The hurt, the trauma, the pain had all suddenly disappeared, just because of our skin contact, and I couldn't help but imagine his lips on mine and what it would do for me.

My eyes locked onto his lips again, and I fantasized about kissing him. I imagined his hands caressing my body, and I wondered how it would feel to experience his touch.

I wanted him to do dirty things with me, to satisfy the craving that had taken over my body.

"I know you are drunk, but can you give me directions to your place?" he asked, his voice low and husky. But I didn't respond, too caught up in my own desires.

"That's not helpful, you know," he muttered, frustration etched on his face.

He looked down at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Do you mind if I take you to any room here?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

But I still didn't respond, my mind too clouded with desire. He sighed softly and asked about a room, taking the key and leading me to it. He made me sit on the bed, and as he turned to leave, I grabbed his hand.

"Don't tell me you intend to leave me here all alone?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He stopped and faced me, his eyes searching mine.

"You don't want me to?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. I shook my head, my heart racing with anticipation.

A sly smile spread across my face as I moved closer to him on the bed, wrapping my hands around his neck. I could tell he wasn't expecting me to be so bold, but I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to him like a magnet.

"Where do you think you're going, leaving me here all alone?" I whispered, my voice husky with desire as I covered the little space between us. His eyes shone with desire, but he tried to hesitate, clearly torn.

"Come on, bring it on," I teased, my face brimming with smiles.

He just stared at me, his eyes burning with intensity, but he didn't move. I took advantage of the moment and kissed him, still holding tightly onto him.

"I know you want me as much as I want you, so there's no need to hesitate," I whispered, my lips brushing against his.

"I'm hesitant because I don't want to unleash my beast on you; you might not be able to handle me," he spoke, his voice low and husky as he tried to move away.

But I tightened my grip on him, refusing to let go.

"I would love to see your beastly self because it's just what I want right now, so you are free to do it with me," I giggled, covering the space he had created again while he stared at me with a mix of surprise and desire.

"You don't have to keep holding onto me because I might not be able to control myself around you. Besides, who could control himself when a beauty is beside him?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper as his wolf slowly took over him.

A smile replayed on my face as my glance remained fixed on him. Despite being close to Brian, he had never addressed me as a beauty, but a stranger just did.

"I don't want you to control yourself, honey; I need you," I mouthed to him, pulling him to myself again as I took his lips into mine once more.

This time he didn't hesitate; instead, he reciprocated the kiss, making me realize he was already in the mood, and I loved the fact that I was about to get him to ease up, as that was exactly what I wanted.

I knew it was wrong to do this, and I was going to regret it by morning, bu

t I just had to enjoy this moment. I didn't care about the morning; this pleasure was everything.