The stranger
1074 Words
I wake up to the noisy sounds of footsteps in the hallway. A strained groan leaves my lips as I slowly try to sit up. But I can't.
My body aches, especially my lower area, and there's a weight pulling me down. I can't get up, no matter how hard I try.
With so much effort, I move the weight off me, but my fingers graze a bare chest and I'm freaking out. I quickly turn to see the man lying next to me. His burly hands are on my body and he's sleeping deeply.
Oh, My God. I clamp my mouth in horror, as memories of a few hours ago rush into my head. The funny feeling that had me craving this stranger. The s*x in the bathroom. The way he carried me in here. How hard his thrusts were, and how much I'd loved it.
What was I thinking? Why did I crave him like that? I've never in my life wanted a man as bad as I wanted him a while ago.
And right now, the feeling has ebbed and I'm just flushed with shame and fear. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. He just might kill me.
I try to get down but his hands move and I'm forced to lie down again. I take the risk of looking at his face, and my breath hitches. The pounding of my heart can be heard from a thousand miles. I'm awed by his looks. He has to be some kind of a deity, 'cause it is humanly impossible to look this breathtaking. Way too handsome, and scary at the same time.
A few locks of his jet-black hair are covering a bit of his face. Fascinated, my trembling fingers reach for them and push them back, to get a clearer view of him.
Goddess, how is he so…enchanting? That didn't sound right. But I don't know the right words to describe him. The sharp angles of his face have to be sculptured by the finest sculptor ever.
His eyes are closed but I recall they were like blazing gold when he grabbed me in the bathroom. I've never seen such eyes before, and remembering them now sends a sizzling down my spine.
His well-defined jawline gives him a bold edge over all the men I've ever met. His arched, full brows are the absolute work of art. Watching them crease at intervals knots my poor heart.
His small, firm nose aligns with his high cheekbones and firm chin, giving him a domineering, masculine build. The kind of dominance you can't find among the greatest warriors of my pack. Or the Noble Sons. None of them comes close to looking this masculine.
His sensual full lips are still wet from the bruising kisses we shared. The urge to lean down and give him a firm kiss is crushed by the fear of waking him up.
And then, there's his bold, alluring scent that teases my mind and makes me want to sniff him up. It's not the mind-blowing scent from hours ago that pulled me to him. This scent right now is more…innate. Like jasmine and wet grass. But it's sinfully alluring and can make the purest of hearts beat with lewd thoughts.
The creases on his forehead appear and disappear with each deep breath he takes. It seems like he's disturbed in his sleep but then, that's silly. A man as firm and rugged as he is can not be disturbed by anything, ever.
I try again to push his hands off me and it takes a while before I finally do it. He moves and I feel his c**k pull away from me. A sharp pain tears through my lower area, and I'm back to feeling sore.
Slowly, I get off the bed, checking for my dress. I find it lying in a corner and I excitedly go to pick it up. I'm shocked to see it's torn, but with the memories of what happened between us flooding in, I recall how it ended up this way.
He ripped it apart when he slid into me the second time. I was half-conscious but I recall screaming when his huge c**k went in. He was vicious and the ripping sound of my dress had gone unnoticed because I was both sleepy and aware of just his ravenous thrusts. I can't believe he ruined one of the finest dresses I have.
But now what? How do I get out of here? Certainly, not naked. That'll be a disaster.
The footsteps in the hallway send me into a frenzy as I look around for something to wear. I see his jacket lying on the floor and I quickly grab it. His scent is lingering on it and putting it on has my nostrils filled with it.
I ignore the butterflies that let loose in my stomach as I hurriedly put on my boots. The footsteps fade and I quietly open the door, sneaking out of the room. Good thing the hallway is empty.
I hurry through it, returning to the main hall of the nightclub. It's still buzzing with music and loud chatter. I think it's more jammed than it was when I left.
I can't go back to serving drinks with the way I'm dressed. I just need to leave this place. I've made enough mess to last the night.
"Nova, come here." Firm hands grab me out of the blue, leading me to the bar.
"Harry, I'm sorry but I can't stay here any longer. I need to go home." I mutter in a low, pleading tone. Harry is the man in charge of the place. The one I spoke to earlier? Yeah, that's him.
"Take this." He hands me two bottles of wine. His gaze drops to my outfit but almost immediately, he looks away again.
I've never mattered enough to be stared at for more than a second. And for the first time, I appreciate that fact. If he stares at me longer, I just might turn bold crimson from shame.
"Why are you giving me these?" I ask confusedly, trying to steady the bottles in my grip.
"The main nightclub for the Head-Alphas is out of wine. I'm asked to bring two bottles. So take them there."
My jaw drops in shock. He wants me to go to the nightclub for the Head-Alphas?!
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