Between Two Brothers

The One Night Stand

Irene’s POV

I watched from my chair with curiosity. The music was mild and beautiful and I watched humans and werewolves dance to the beautiful rhythm of the song, their legs moving swiftly and elegantly.

It was my twentieth birthday and I was yet to have my first dance. I had told my father that I wanted to have the last dance and not the first.

The ballroom was filled with a lot of people; humans from different kingdoms and werewolves from different packs. Mixed scent, and mixed aura, it was beautiful to watch them mingle without the human’s knowledge.

My dad gave me his hand and I took it gently, standing from my seat and we both walked to the dance floor.

I held onto my father and we began to dance to the rhythms of the music.

“He’s here, Irene.” He announced slowly

“Huh?” My head still placed on his shoulders, I asked. “Who’s here, Dad?”

“The one I spoke to you about, the one that would help save our pack, that would help our people from destruction; your husband-to-be.” He replied coldly

I lifted my head in the discomfort of his words. “Dad, it's a joke, right?.” I chuckled lightly but he shook his head negatively, his eyes filled with pain.

“No.” My father muttered, taking his hand to my chin, lifting it so my gaze could meet his. “He’s Alpha Ramon and you’ll be getting married to him, it is for our pack.”

I bobbed my head. “No, Dad.” I tried to speak but he interrupted me.

“I don’t want that either but I am doing this for my pack, you are their Princess and you should do the same. Think of it as your duty.”

As he spoke, a man walked up to us and my father slowly let go of me. “You will be getting married to him.” He placed my hand on the man’s hand and my jaw dropped.

The man was tall, he towered over me, and his brown eyes gazed at me as though I were a piece of trash.

“Hi, Irene.” He held onto me but I got irritated by his touch, it felt like I was being pierced by the glass, or worse, tortured.

“I don’t want to get married to you,” I muttered.

“You don’t have a choice.” His words came off harshly and he looked at me with disdain.

He made me dance with him, my legs moving unsteadily to the music playing, my head was in a wavy mess as I tried to comprehend all that was happening.

I was getting married to no one else but Alpha Ramon, the one Alpha I hated so much. The one that I presume caused us all of the trouble.

His hair was combed backward and he wouldn’t stop giving me those disgusting and lustful glare.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I yanked my hand away from his.

“Don’t touch me!!” I yelled. The music paused almost immediately, all eyes turning to stare at us. It was getting scary.

I lifted the hem of the dress I wore and took to my heels, my black curly hair bouncing as I ran. I got out of the palace, and as the warriors tried to catch up with me, I commanded them to stop.

I got out of the ballroom, out of the main gate, and out of the palace entirely.

I didn’t have a clue about where I was going but I knew that I was leaving, going far away from the new hell.

I hailed a cab, got in and the driver drove off.

For some reason, I felt like drinking would help me even if I had never had anything other than sweet wine.

I had him take me to a club. We arrived and I got out of the car. I looked too dressed for the club so I detached the other piece of the dress leaving me with just a beautiful short dress that stopped inches before my knee.

I got into the club and it was blaring with loud music, it was dark and people were dancing around, the mixed smell of humans and werewolves.

I didn’t know anyone there, and neither did I know how it operated but I read books and watched movies so I walked in elegant swift steps to the bar.

“A shot of tequila, please.” Again I had learned that from a book. The bartender nodded and immediately placed it on the table. I gulped the drink in one go and sighed.

How could my father do this to me? I am his only child, I deserve to live a fulfilled married life and not give myself up for my people.

And what kind of a man is he? The way he spoke to me, he seemed so rude.

“Hey, pretty.” A man pulled the empty chair beside me and sat down, I shifted uncomfortably on the chair.

“You look pretty, you shouldn’t be seated alone.” He sounded drunk. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I pushed him off.

Feeling too uncomfortable, I paid the bartender off, climbed down the stool, and began to walk out but the man was too fast to grab me. I tried to fight him off but he was way stronger than me and he pulled me to the dance floor.

“Dance with me.” His hand moved around my body and I pushed him off again. I was tipsy and my vision was slowly becoming blurry but I could understand what was happening.

“Let me go.” I tried to run but he hooked me by the neck.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t dance with me. Now dance.” He commanded, clearly having no idea who I was.

I pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face, the sound of my palm coming in contact with his face caused people around to turn.

“How dare you?” He lifted his hand to slap me but his hand was stopped midway by a man who pushed him aggressively and sent a blow to his face.

“Stay away from her.” The man said nothing again, he turned to me, grabbed me by my hand, he pulled me out of the mist of the many eyes perking.

The man pulling me was huge, his scent lingered all around me and I felt like melting into his arms, I felt his embrace would be warm. My legs were wobble and as I walked, I lost balance almost falling but he held me.

“Be careful.” His words sounded like music to my ears, I looked him straight in the eyes. His dark orb peered at mine. Lost in his beauty, he picked me up from the floor, carrying me in a bridal style until we were in a room.

As he placed me gently on the bed, and as he moved, my hand grabbed him immediately, our eyes locked. He looked like a god, I had never seen anyone as handsome as him.

“Please kiss me.” The words left my mouth and I had no regret.

“Kiss me until I fall asleep in your arms.” I was not in any way uncomfortable that I was talking to a stranger like this because there was a comfort around him that I couldn't explain.

"I can't. You're drunk. You need to..."

My body moved in its own accord and I pressed my lips against his. I felt warm. A warm and comforting warmth that radiated inside of me.

I couldn't tell if he loved it. He pulled away but the expression in his eyes didn't change.

"You are drunk. I need to get you away from here."

He grabbed me and proceeded to lift me but I stopped him.

"Please. I'm drunk but I know what I want."

My lips brushed against his ear and my lungs were filled with his scent that made my heart flutter.

His head dropped lower and lower and finally, our lips locked.

I was weak and drunk but I was able to wrap my arms around his neck. His arms slipped under me and pulled me close.

I heard him groan faintly against my lips and the heat between us intensified.

His grip was firm yet respectful but my body craved more.

I guided his hands down to my thigh.

Fuck!

Even I couldn't believe how soaked I was for a stranger. Maybe it was the alcohol making me feel this way.

His hands slipped up my thigh on their own. Having him inch closer to my bud made my body tense with anticipation.

He grazed it and I groaned. My body was locked on my misguided desires.

I pulled away and looked at his handsome face.

"Have me. Please."

He stared back at me. His face was still expressionless but he proceeded to take off my underwear.

I felt relief and my p***y tingled, having him so close to my sweet spot.

He unzipped himself and I saw his hard and erect phallus.

He leaned over me and had his eye fixed on me as he guided his c**k inside of me.

"Ahhhhhnn!"

He invaded my body slowly. I could feel him filling me up. My body tightened and I gripped at the sheets.

"Ahhhhhnn!"

He was slow and gentle as he pushed in deeper. His eyes were fixed on my flushed face and I think I heard him give a slight grunt.

It hurt but the pain slowly eased up. It was my first time and I had given myself to a stranger.

My body gushed out its juices as he began a slow and deep thrust. My body gripped him so tight that his groans became more audible with each stroke.

He never took his eyes off me. My eyes were watery. It was a delicate and pleasant mix of pain and ecstasy. Something about him made me feel close to him.

My moans were soft and light. His strokes were deep, gentle, and precise.

I was neck deep in pleasure and now the pain had ebbed away and I wanted more. The alcohol in my system fueled my desires.

The words slipped out and I didn't even know. My body felt like his, whoever he was.

"More. Please, I want more..."