Chapter 4
Delilah’s POV
Throughout the drive, I cried until there were no more tears left, but the sobs wouldn’t stop. The most pressing issue, however, wasn’t the tears but the constant ache in- between my legs.
My insides felt like they were on fire. I noticed the driver glancing at me occasionally through the rearview mirror. I knew what that look meant.
He was a wolf. He must have caught the scent of my arousal, something Sandra once warned me about. She said that if a wolf is in heat and unmated, she could attract unwanted attention from other male wolves. Trouble. That’s what she called it.
I reassured myself that the driver wouldn’t try anything, but the way he kept sneaking glances my way confirmed that he could smell it.
When I finally stepped out of the car, the stares began. People looked at me like I was their next meal. I rushed inside the building, my heart pounding. Even the front office staff were wolves, and the way they stared at me sent chills down my spine.
After confirming my reservation, I grabbed the key card and hurried on. It felt like every single person in this massive hotel was a wolf. Their gazes lingered too long, their intentions clear.
Oh God, please don’t let them hurt me. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t make it through the night without help. Still, I pressed forward, determined not to rely on
anyone.
As I approached the elevator, I saw someone stepping inside. “Please, wait!” I called out, and he held the door open for me. I quickly slipped in, grateful to escape the
ravenous stares outside.
I breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for the elevator to move, but it didn’t. Curious, I turned to the man beside me.
“To the presidential suite,” I said, trying to sound composed.
He replied smoothly, “What a coincidence,” he said. “I’m headed there too.”
There was something different about him. Unlike everyone else I’d encountered, his presence didn’t feel predatory.
As the elevator began to move, I focused on holding myself together. My panties were soaked, and the heat within me was unbearable. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to give in to the overpowering sensation.
When the doors finally opened, I bolted out, desperate to find my room. I scanned the numbers frantically until I found the right suite. With shaky hands, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind me.
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I pushed my suitcase aside, and collapsed onto the bed. My frustration boiled over, and I started squeezing my breasts, moaning loudly that I prayed this suite was soundproofed.
I needed to calm down. I couldn’t let this feeling control me. Taking a deep breath, I hurry into the ensuite to strip off my clothes. The cold water from the shower cascaded over me as I tried to cool the fire raging inside. My body craves something more. Something more comforting.
I hesitantly touched myself, hoping to find some relief, but it only made things worse. The ache in my heart and in–between my legs intensified. Overwhelmed, I slid to the floor of the shower, sobbing like a child. All I wanted was to be held, touched. Anything to fill this unbearable void.
“I hate you, Farrell! You’re evil!” I screamed, my voice bouncing off the tiled walls. I hated him for what he had done to me, for abandoning me to be with Sandra. I was certain of what they are doing right now, leaving me frustrated.
The betrayal stung deeply, but that wasn’t my only torment. I had brought this on myself, and now I was trapped in a spiral of despair. How was I going to survive tonight?
I sat here, trying anything to dull the burning sensation inside me, but nothing worked. The frustration was unbearable and my tears came harder.
Then I heard the doorbell ring. Startled, I scrambled to my feet, slipping on the wet floor, wrapping a towel tightly around my body, I approached the door cautiously, fear and curiosity battling in my mind.
When I opened it, I saw the man from the elevator. His piercing golden eyes scanned me, and an uncontrollable wave of desire washed over me.
“Hi, I thought I heard someone crying, so–”
I didn’t let him finish. I leaped forward, pulling him into a desperate kiss. I didn’t know what I was doing, only that I needed someone, and he was here.
He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. With a swift kick, he shut the door behind us and carried me inside. My mind was clouded with needs and my actions were unstoppable
I fumbled to take off his clothes, and as I did, I noticed his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. He kissed me passionately. And in that instant, I let go of everything else.
By morning, my body felt like I had been hit by a truck. Every muscle aches, the soreness a testament to the night before, I opened my eyes and saw the man lying beside me, sleeping peacefully.
I should have been sleeping too, but I was used to waking up early. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw that it was only 5:30 a.m, earlier than my usual time. I glanced at the man again, debating whether to take a closer look, but decided
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against it.
I had no intention of seeing him again.
Silently, I pack my things, careful not to wake him. He looked massive, almost like a giant but I shook the thought away. As I slipped out of the room, my aching body reminded me of the intense night we’d shared.
I walked down the hall, determined to leave it all behind. I had lost my innocence to a total stranger. What a waste.
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