Cursed by the Lycan King

Mystery Man

Life wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. At the ripe age of twenty three, my dreams were coming true. The love of my life was going to be my husband the same summer I walked across the stage to collect my Bachelors in business management. However, my high school sweet heart turned sour. My best friend and fiancé were planning a big surprise party, but the only surprise I received were the two of them having s*x in our bed. I walked out of the house and never went back. I quit my job, took all the money from my savings account, and moved. To ensure I wouldn’t hear from either of them again, I deleted all personal social media and changed my phone number. My fresh start would be amazing… or at least I wanted, more like needed, to believe that.

Now I’m sitting alone at a tiny bar without much traffic in the middle of New York City. Sipping whiskey, I contemplate if I should bother stopping to get a bite to eat and sober up or ride my buzz into the next morning.

“Another one?” The bartender taps the counter in front of my almost empty drink. I nod and he tops off my glass. Holding it up I give a smile and drink it in one gulp. I tap it twice and he sighs, filling it up once more. You could call me a regular. I pull out some cash and put in on the counter, I give a tiny wave signaling to keep the change. Standing up, the shot I just took hits me all at once. It makes me smile. I slip on my coat, downing my last shot at the same time, and head for the door.

“Have a great night, get home safe,” calls the bartender.

“Thank you,” I respond with a smile and head out. The night air is crisp. Winter is coming, but we still have a few weeks of fall left. Down the street is a little diner that serves the perfect drunk people food. I decided I would at least stop for dessert. My weakness is their homemade key lime pie, and it’s a perfect way to end my night out.

I walk in and the diner is bustling. Almost every table is taken. I see an open spot in the corner and head over. As I am sitting down Patty is already making her way towards me.

“Addie! I knew you’d be here tonight,” she gives me a bright smile. Patty is older, about fifty, but she’s been in the restaurant business for years. She outruns even the youngest servers.

“Hello pretty lady,” I greet her back and she gives me a squeeze. I can smell she just had a cigarette. “I thought you were going to stop smoking?” I raise my eyebrows at her and she returns the gaze.

“And I thought I told you to find some friends so you stop drinking alone,” she puts her hands on her hips.

“You act like I’m a lonely alcoholic or something,” I chuckle. She shrugs as if to say yeah you kind of are. “Don’t be like that. I have you as my friend. Plus I don’t have time outside of work to be all that social.”

“You teach other people how to utilize social media to spread advertisements and pull people in. Invest in your own social life and find yourself someone to hang out with,” she gripes like a concerned mother. I shake my finger side to side. She knows I’m in the business to make money, not to get my heart stomped all over again. She rolls her eyes and disappears without saying anything. I know she will be back with a slice of pie and some water.

I turn my gaze out the window and watch people pass by. My lack of personal connections doesn’t really bother me. I have honestly enjoyed my time alone so far. Awkwardly, I accidentally make eye contact with a guy standing right outside the diner window talking with another person. Subconsciously I consider his attractiveness. It’s hard to tell in the night but he looks tall, possibly has curly hair, and dresses nicely. That’s when I realize I’ve been looking at him way too long and turn away.

Patty finally returns with, as I expected, a glass of water and a slice of pie. This slightly eases my anxiety about being a weirdo and gawking at a guy I could barely see.

“Thank you beautiful!” I hold my hands up in the shape of a heart. She smirks and starts to walk away. While I enjoy dessert, I day dream about the handsome man. It might be nice to wrap my arms around such a broad figure while we lay in bed. I haven’t been with a guy since my break up almost a year ago. Patty might be right. I don’t need to find a boyfriend, but I can still go have fun. I wave her down.

“What’s up buttercup?”

“I’m taking this party elsewhere. I have enjoyed my time alone, but maybe a friend… or a one night stand,” I say with a wink, “won’t hurt me.” Patty excitedly claps.

“This slice is on me. Go have fun!” I slip her a ten and give her a hug goodbye.

I hail a taxi and tell him I want to go to the most popular night club. He takes me about an hour away from where I live and tells me “Hell to Pay,” is a new establishment, but it has the best reviews. I tell him thanks and pay the cab fare. Luckily, I wasn’t meeting with clients today, so my outfit is laid back but still cute. I’m wearing a slightly oversized band t-shirt tucked into my black flared skirt that touches my mid-thigh, long socks, and my converse completing the look. I start heading to the door and notice the impossibly long line. Before I can even think about how waiting might make me turn right back around, a guy who is dressed super flashy grabs me by the arm. He winks at me. His dangling earrings jiggle all over as he pulls us toward the front.

“Attractive couples get in faster, but my girl friends got here before me…” he gives me a little pouty face. “Just be charming and let’s go!” He starts smiling again and drags us straight to the the doors. “Hey there, our friends are already inside. Leo said we’d be able to go right in.” I don’t know who Leo is or if this will work but the body guard gives us a hard look over.

“They’re probably already in the VIP without us, we need in there right away,” I whine in my best fake girly girl voice. The bouncer grunts and opens the door. He lets us slip in. We can hear the crowd waiting outside groaning and complaining how it’s not fair.

The music is loud and the beat is catchy. To hear each other we will have to yell. “Quick thinking bringing up VIP after I name dropped the owner’s best friend. You’re my type of girl!” He grins at me, “My name is Sam. The most outgoing and adventurous of my friend group. Oh I also pull the most guys,” he laughs. I crack a smile. His free spirit has slightly wore down my defenses. Also I owe him for getting me in.

“I’m Adelene, but my friends call me Addie,” I introduce my self properly.

“Well stick with me Addie and you’ll have the best night of your life!” Again, he starts pulling me around. Sam is leading us straight to the bar towards a group of three beautiful women. Now I feel underdressed.

“You guys left me!” Sam huffs when we reach them. They all look at him and start laughing.

“You took too long,” the long brown haired woman explains with a giggle. Then they look over at me.

“How rude of me,” Sam yells, “Addie these are my friends. Felicity,” he points at the brown haired one and she smiles, “Olivia,” she is a blonde with a bob cut, “and Marie” this girl has half and half hair with black and pink. “And friends this is Addie. Thanks to her we got in!” He exclaims. They all give a little clap.

“Nice to meet you. Now have a shot!” Olivia offers me a shot glass with a salted rim and lime, so I can only assume it’s tequila.

“A toast to new friends!” Beams Sam and we all clink out glasses together.

We drank until I couldn’t even taste the liquor. It was all going down so smooth. We were all dancing in a friend circle. Sometimes alternating between grinding on each other and just grooving by ourselves. A guy that was slightly taller than me, jet black hair, and brown eyes made his way over to me.

“Wanna dance?” He said with a smile. Sam and the girls started laughing and finding dance partners of their own. I shrugged my shoulders and started moving my hips with his to the beat of the music. His hands were holding my sides and his body was close to mine.

Before the end of the song, I felt him get yanked off. I flip around wondering what happened when I bounce off a rock hard chest. I have to tilt my head up to see who it is. The man is dressed in a crisp black suit. With my drunken vision his face is a little blurry, but I can make out his chiseled jawline, icy blue eyes, and curly brown hair. My jaw drops because this is the guy from the cafe. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me into him. Everywhere he touches feels like fire.

“Mine,” he growls into my ear like an angry dog. I raise my eyebrows at him about to protest. I spin around looking for my friends and they’re all dancing away. He starts to pull me from the crowd towards the back of the club.

“Stop, what are you doing?!” I try to resist by planting my feet and he turns on me. His eyes flash yellow and I shake my head thinking I must be way too drunk. He finishes pulling me to the back wall and pins me against it. Lots of other people are back here making out so it doesn’t even cross their minds as suspicious.

“You’re mine,” he growls again but this time it sounds more like desire than threatening. My body shivers as his lips reach my neck. I put my hands on his chest and try to push him away.

“Stop! I don’t even know who you are. I’m far from yours,” I have to yell above the music. He looks into my eyes and I hold my breath. The energy between us is strong. His large hand cups my face. With his thumb he strokes my cheek and it makes me tingle. He leans in toward my ear again. My eyes peak over his shoulder and I see Sam. Before he says whatever he was about to, he notices I’m looking into the crowd. He turns to follow my gaze and spots Sam staring at us. Sam’s jaw hits the floor and he elbows Felicity. She turns and squints. When she spots me and the mystery man her jaw drops too. Do they finally realize I need help over here? Grumbling under his breath he grabs my arm again leading me towards the exit before the two can make their way over here.

He throws open the door and pulls me outside. The chilly air nips at my face. His broad shoulders block the street view. Standing in the middle of this alley, I feel like I should run but my body doesn’t want to. Whatever happens when he touches me ignites a flame in my body, making me yearn for more. Almost as if he can read my thoughts he scoops me up and wraps my legs around his waist. I link my hands together behind his neck. Gently, he places me up against the wall.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he brushes a strand of my long, blonde hair behind my ear. Quite frankly, I came out tonight wanting to hold a man in my arms for the first time since I left my old life. This man specifically put these thoughts in my head earlier at the diner. If that isn’t fate, I don’t know what is. I pull him closer.

~~~Warning: S****l explicit~~~~~~~~

“One night,” I say the words and place my lips on his. He tilts his head deepening the kiss. His tongue parts my lips asking for permission. I open my mouth and he fights for dominance over the kiss. One of his hands keeps me held up, while the other hand glides up my side and then travels to the front of me finding my br**st. He massages it and I can’t help but let out a moan against his mouth. This drives him crazy. He pulls away giving me a second to catch my breath. He looks around almost like he forgot we were in an alley. I haven’t been this drunk since college and my morals seem to be lost in the past too. Had he went for it I might’ve let him take me here on the wall.

“I have a hotel across the street,” he reluctantly sets me down. Stealing one more kiss he links his fingers in mine and guides me towards the opening of the alley. This time I don’t fight.

The hotel is huge and fancy. I read the sign that lights up the sidewalk, Hotel Conri. The sliding doors open and right as we walk in there is a fountain. The entire place is soft beige and brown tones with gold making certain things pop. My face must say it all. Our feet echo as we quickly shuffle past the front desk. The bellhop follows us with his eyes the entire way until we disappear down the hall.

We reach the elevator and he smashes the arrow pointing up. He twirls me around and pulls me close. The ding signals the elevator is here. The doors open and he leads me into it backwards. Before the doors even shut he has me pinned against the wall. He turns around and hits the top floor, number 18. His focus is back on me. Placing a hand on each side of my neck he tilts my face up to meet his. I place my hands over his. The need for pleasure growing. He brings his hips close to me and I can feel the hardness press against me. His eyes meet mine and he bites my bottom lip. It leaves a slight sting but his tongue follows quickly to soothe it. Again, I find myself being lifted and wrapped around him. The elevator lets us know it has reached our floor.

He carries me out and to a room on the very end. He pulls out his key card and swiftly gets us inside. He doesn’t even turn on a light because the moon brightens up the room plenty thanks to the windows that go from the ceiling to the floor. This man must be some sort of big shot millionaire, because this a presidential suite. The whole thing is mostly decorated in black with a splash of white. We first entered a living room with an elegant black sectional and thick white rug. A marble table is sitting in front of the couch. He turns left and has to climb a couple of stairs. His shoes click on the wooden floor. He carries me to a giant room in the back and finally lays me down on a fluffy king sized bed. The blanket surprises me because it is fuzzy.

Laying flat reminds me how drunk I am. The room is spinning and I question if I am going to be sick or not. Before I can give it much thought, the mystery man has his knees on either side of me. He lifts up so he can take off his shirt. Once it’s off, he drops down to his elbows and smashes his lips into mine. I can tell he is hungry for more now that we are in the privacy of his room. His fingers find their way under my shirt and climb their way up until they reach my skin. He plays with the top of my skirt before deciding to switch over and grip my shirt. Pulling it over my head he reveals my pale skin and lace lavender bra. His hand quickly unclasps the bra releasing my br**st. I gasp at the sudden freedom. He throws it to the side and pins me down with my arms above my head. His eyes are taking in my body and his face is full of lust. I wiggle a little bit to try and get my hands loose, also wanting to explore his body. He switches from using two hands to one, still holding mine captive. His free hand grabs my br**st, and he lowers his head. Taking my n***le in his mouth and gently biting it. I let out a moan. He switches to the other side. My body aches for more.

Slipping his hand under my skirt he gently glides his fingers over my lips. He moans deeply when he feels how wet he has made me. Finally he lets go of my wrists so he can focus on getting me undressed. To my surprise he only slips my panties off, leaving my skirt and socks on. I kick off my shoes and hear the slight thud of them hitting the floor. He gets off of me and flips me around. I bury my face into the softness of the bed and lift my bottom up, legs spread apart for him to access me. I gasp when I feel his tongue part my lips from behind. He flicks his tongue on my bud making me moan. I can feel the wetness trickle out of me and cover his face.

The mystery man positions himself behind me. He grips my skirt and I can feel it expose my bottom. He sticks a finger in my p***y.

“F**k,” he whispers. He adds another and starts gently thrusting. Making sure I’m ready to take him. He removes his fingers and I feel his tip at my entrance. I wiggle my hips to signal for him to fill me. With one hand gripping my skirt, his other scratches down my side and grips my waist. Slowly he enters me. He can’t contain the slow pace for long and quickens.

“Faster,” I beg. I haven’t been pleasured in so long. The alcohol is giving me courage to demand it rough and fast. He listens and starts slamming into me. I am screaming into the bed. He grips my hair and it hurts just enough. I am so close and I can feel my walls clenching around his thick c**k. He lets out a loud moan comparable to a roar as we finish together. He falls beside me and I can feel his c*m dripping out of me. I am pleased and horrified that I actually went threw with this. He quickly hops up and I steal a glance at him. Even though he is going soft, he looks as big as he felt. The mystery man disappears into the bathroom and grabs a towel for me. He has also slipped on a pair of sweatpants. I quickly clean up and am burning red. I grab up the top blanket off the bed and cover myself. He looks at me in the dark room taking in all the fuzzy details.

“You shouldn’t leave tonight,” he says with his memorizing tone. I shake my head slightly.

“I think it might be best if I do,” I bite my lip. I haven’t ever done anything like this and I don’t feel like cuddling a stranger after we just did something so intimate. It sounds contradictory, but I almost feel embarrassed and don’t want to confront him, therefore having to confront what I just did. He chuckles as if he has just read my mind. He collects my stuff from around the room and makes a pile of it at the end of the bed. His hand motions for me to sit. I am still pretty buzzed so I take up the offer and plop on the bed.

“I’ll let you sleep in here and I can take the couch?” He offers with a smile. I contemplate it and again shake my head.

“If you want me to stay here I’ll sleep on the couch, it looked comfy enough,” I shyly look away from his gaze. I don’t even know his name and I don’t want to. He seems to accept this answer. He walks around me and to a dresser. Pulling out a big pair of sweats and a t-shirt, he offers them to me. Keeping my skirt on was sexy, but now it is a little messy. I take them.

“Thank you,” I basically say with a whisper.

“No need to be so shy,” he laughs and I look at him wide eyed. He throws up his hands in surrender, “Too soon. I’m sorry,” he pretends to zip his mouth and lock it with a key. I stand up and give him a smile and we do an awkward position changing dance. Once I’ve scooted past him and he takes a spot by the bed, I slip into his bathroom.

I finish getting changed and look at myself in the mirror. I look absolutely crazy with my blonde hair shooting out in every direction. My mascara is smudged around my green eyes and I resemble a raccoon. I grab a tiny hand towel from the rack and wet it. I wipe under my eyes and then try and use my hands to brush my hair. I look better but not great. I have my skirt and socks under my arm and I open the bathroom door. The mystery man is no longer in the room. When I walk out I look around. He had turned on some of the lights in the living room area. Now I can really see just how top notch this suite is with all its decoration and detail.

He looks up when he hears me walking towards him with my stuff. Smiling he presents to me my tiny makeshift bed. It’s just a couple of pillows with the fuzzy blanket we just did the deed on. The thought makes me bite my lip again. By the end of tonight my lip might be hamburger meat.

“It looks lovely,” I smile back at him with a little laugh. I look at all the paintings scattered throughout the living room and the tiny sculptures on the giant bookcase against the same wall as the couch. Behind me is the tv, and to the left is the giant view of the city. I walk over there and look down at all the lights. It’s beautiful. “You must have a lot of money to be able to afford a place like this,” I turn around with my eyebrows raised. I didn’t mean to let that slip out but my mouth can’t control itself after I’ve had a few drinks. He shrugs.

“Sure, you could say that,” with a grin on his face he makes his way to my side and looks out at the city with me. It’s odd that the silence between us isn’t deadly awkward. I don’t even know what kind of conversation to have when I’m not totally interested in getting to know him and we’ve already had s*x. I peak over at him. He really is handsome.

“I’m pretty tired. Thank you for the bed and the clothes. I think it’s time I get some rest and try to beat this hangover,” I laugh lightly and try to end this gently. He looks at me and nods.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he turns slowly and steals one more look at me. I make my way to the couch as he shuts off the light. I stare out the window for a minute longer before laying down and closing my eyes.

The sun is barely coming up when I wake up. I realize quickly I’m not at my own house. F**k, f**k, and f**k. I remember everything from last night vividly despite how drunk I was. Quietly I sit up and peak down the hall. I don’t hear anything. I quickly gather up my stuff. Ashamed, I put on my slightly spoiled clothes and fold the ones he let me borrow. I fold the blanket and stack everything nicely. With my phone in had I creep towards the door quickly. I am relieved I woke up first and can do my walk of shame without the mystery man as an audience. I crack open the door and slip out without a sound. Once in the hallway I run for the elevator. I click the down button frantically. When the doors open I rush inside and click the close door button. I don’t want to take my chances of him trying to stop me. When they finally shut I take a deep breath and lean against the back wall. I pull out my phone and see a bunch of texts from Sam and the girls. We had exchanged numbers during one of the many sets of shots. Laughing hysterically that we had just become friends forever. I don’t bother to open them. I just want to get an Uber here right away. Luckily, there is one close by and will be here in about five minutes. I get to the lobby and it is quiet. Probably because it is only 5 a.m. A few employees are walking around and when they hear me clicking against the floor, they stare at me. Their unwavering eyes are unsettling and I pick up my pace to the front door. I hear them whispering behind me. Probably gossiping about how awful I look. I know they don’t know exactly what happened but they probably have an idea and that embarrasses me. I keep my eyes to the floor. The walk to the sliding door felt like forever but I finally escape their gazes. I look at my phone and the Uber should be pulling up any second.

A white Chevy Cruze stops in front of me. The little Uber sign lit up in the front confirms this is my ride before he even rolls down the window and asks my name. I jump into the back seat. I slip down low and try to hide myself from the window.

“Addie, good morning. Where am I taking you?” He looks in the rear view mirror and has a smiling face. I tell him my address. He quickly types it in and he pulls off. I groan and rub my head.

“Must’ve been a long night,” he laughs while trying to make conversation.

“Very,” I respond with a light tone to not come off as mean. It’s way too early and even though last night felt so physically good, I can’t say I will be doing it anytime soon. I watch the city come to life this early morning on my way to my apartment.