My Second Chance Lycan King

CHAPTER 4: SPENDING THREE DAYS

AVA’S POV:

Sitting in the car, I gazed out of the window and reflected on the events of the past few hours. First was my slimy, neglectful and cheating husband, and now, running into the devil himself, King Draven.

And well, let’s not forget how hard and wildly he’d f****d me.

My cheeks warmed up, and the flashes made my core throb. Even though I didn't want to admit it, as I looked over at the smirking man beside me, I realized he was the most exciting thing that has happened to me in years.

My marriage with Wayne had always been boring. There was hardly any romance that existed between us, or even orgasms at least. I was a robot that only existed to stand by his side in public – a trophy wife, some might call it. Considering his true s****l orientation, I was probably just a log of wood to him.

Those thoughts stung my heart, Sapphire once again wailing within me. It hurt – it hurt so f*****g much to know someone you desperately loved never even felt a single thing for you.

Perhaps that was why I was desperate to have Draven f**k me, because I needed to feel something mutually wild and burning, like the intensity of the love I had for Wayne. I did it to feel, even if it was anger and revenge.

Well, I could no longer deceive myself that Wayne and I hadn’t both betrayed our marriage. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now with the Lycan king. If he hadn’t, I would never have left.

The car drove on the street for about half an hour until it reached a hotel parking garage that had a very luxurious appearance. Glancing at the hotel, a bad feeling nagged at the pit of my stomach. I was nervous just being in the same space as this unpredictable and intimidating man.

Was I being too reckless? What plans does Draven have in taking me with him? Do his plans involve a repeat of what happened in the restroom? Why does Sapphire feel excited?

Just as I hesitated to get down from the car, Draven pulled me out and while I felt heavily reluctant, or maybe just nervous, he dragged me into the hotel and headed straight to the elevator.

There was only two of us in the elevator when we stepped in, and I successfully pulled my arms away from him. I glared fiercely at him, huffing and folding my arms stubbornly.

“I could walk perfectly on my own.” I mumbled.

King Draven remained quiet, only watching me through deep, intense blue eyes. Leaning back against the walls of the elevator, his dominant presence ate up the air in this tight, enclosed space, and I suddenly felt so very naked under his hot stare.

The Lycan King looked like he craved to once again devour me, right there in the elevator. And I wasn’t sure I had it in me to stop him if he tried. So, I tightened my clothes, moved to the corner of the elevator, and distanced myself from inferno of lust and power that he was.

"Stop acting like you didn’t walk into my car on your own free-will," he said, his lips curving into a lazy smirk.

“I was just scared that you’d stalk me and be an absolute creep if I didn’t.” I lied.

The only reason I went into Draven’s car was because I didn’t want him to ruin my career at the company. He was a monster like that. What if he told Wayne that I’d literally begged him to f**k me? I knew Draven was capable of doing that and worse because of the countless rumors of the Lycan King being a reputable heartbreaker.

When he wasn’t busy ripping off the heads of those who dared to cross him, he was doing women. He was a mate-less and free man after all. He’d use women as much as he wished, always got them addicted to his touch, his voice, his taste, and then once he was finally bored and satisfied, he’d toss them out like trash.

Draven chuckled darkly, his eyes glittering with mischief. "Oh Ava, you don't give me enough credit. I don't need to stalk you to be an absolute creep. I can do that just fine from a distance." Suddenly, he was before me, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. "But why be a creep when I can have you willingly? You're much more fun that way."

I shuddered at the sensation of his warm breath on my skin, and instinctively moved away from him. "I'm not a plaything for you to use and toss aside, Draven," I spat, trying to sound confident despite my nerves.

He raised an eyebrow, amusement evident in his expression. "Oh, but you seemed to enjoy being my plaything earlier. And from the looks of it, you're still craving more." He leaned in again, his lips hovering just inches from mine. "Tell me, Ava, are you aching for me to f**k you again?"

My cheeks burned with embarrassment and desire, and I glared at him defiantly. "I don't have to answer that."

Draven laughed, the low and dangerous kind. "You don't have to, but I already know the answer. And don't worry, Ava, I'm not done with you yet." He stepped back as the elevator doors opened, and gestured for me to follow him out. "Our night is just getting started."

My heart pounded into my ears, and an uncontrollable warmth unfurled in my belly, spreading to the rest of my body and settling as a pool between my thighs. f**k, I’m so screwed. Screwed! How can I pretend to regret the first time when he keeps putting ideas in my head that leaves me breathless?

We walked in silence but the second we stepped into the VIP bedroom, before I could even put down my luggage, Draven eagerly threw me onto the bed. I didn't resist when his lips crashed onto mine. I couldn’t resist even if I tried.

He kissed me like it was all the sanity he needed, and it drove me far away from mine. A rush of hunger, hot, undiluted hunger, pulsed through my veins as he tugged on my bottom lip, sucking and torturing till we were both out of breath and our pants filled the silence of the room.

“This is a mistake.” My chest Ava and fell.

“Is it?” His eyes were unfocused, darkened as he breathed.

“What do you really want from me? I want to go home.”

“I find you intriguing, Ava. Perhaps I always have. But you belonged to that sleazy man - Wayne. Such a blind fucker to not see the masterpiece he had in his arms.” His lips grazed mine, and my heart skipped a beat.

The Lycan King…has always noticed me?

“Then…what? I don’t want to be part of your harem of desperate w****s who you f**k at will.”

He smirked, amused. “I don’t keep a harem. I get rid of them after a week.”

I stared at him speechlessly, eyes widened, and Draven's breath teased my neck, tempted my wolf, something I never felt with Wayne. These strong hormones messed with my head. Being this close to him messed with everything lucid in me.

I turned my head aside and didn't look at his face.

"Please, I just want to go home," I repeated.

"Hmm, it’s like you say one thing and your body betrays the truth.," his fingers pinched my erect n*****s through my shirt, and I moaned lightly. “Or maybe you just enjoy playing games. You love the thrill of being chased. Is that right, Ava?”

“No!”

Draven chuckled and pushed himself off my body, lying down beside me and lazily pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He ran a hand through his messy black hair, shutting his eyes like he needed to calm down.

I took the opportunity to jump off the bed, silently picking up a bottle of water to hide both my embarrassment and get my f*****g act together. I felt parched.

"Like I said, it’s no fun if you’re unwilling," Draven blew out the smoke, and I watched it make twirls in the air. He still had his eyes shut, and yet so goddamn sexy. “You can leave if you wish.”

I nearly choked on my water. “W-what? Just like that? W-what’s the catch? I know there has to be a catch.”

Draven hummed, a little smile curved to his lips. “There is a catch. Actually, it’s just an offer.”

“What’s the offer?’

His blue eyes came to life, and he took a long drag of his cigarette. "Ava, you’ve successfully aroused my curiosity and interest in you. I’ll be staying in the city for a few days to oversee the activities of the company before returning to my pack. For those three days, you’d be all mine. In every way. I won't mistreat you, and we would have no strings attached. I'll send you home in three days.”

Three days? Was this a…trap? This man was definitely a devil. I had finally made up my mind to leave Wayne, but now I was entangled with another deviously handsome monster.

He extinguished the cigarette on the glass ashtray by the nightstand, and stared at me with those piercing blue eyes.

“So…what do you say, Ava? You could be quite useful to me in these three days.”