Not sure what the boys were up to, Stella and Rhae were doing their best to keep their composure while being all but escorted to a random room.
They were told it was the "father's" apartment, but they had begun to wonder if they had trusted these men too easily.
Keeping their eyes on the surroundings, they walked hand in hand to whatever fate had in store for them.
Thankfully, they realized it was right next to the exit of the building, which eased the tension inside a bit.
"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK"!
Patiently, Raphael, Rhae, Phoenix, and Stella were nervously waiting for Dominic to answer the door.
It seemed like it was taking forever.
As they stood there, they realized that it was dark outside already.
Apparently, the day had passed faster than they realized.
Luckily, after the last twenty-four hours, the whole team decided to take a night off from the club, figuring rest would probably be better.
There hadn't been much luck lately when they had been there.
While they stood there, looking at the moon, through the glass that refused to reveal them, they noticed a figure approaching the building.
Phoenix immediately grabbed the girls and pushed them against the wall.
"Get back. Stay against the wall until I say you can move".
Stella was moved in more than one way by the sudden commands and total dominance he was presenting.
Unsure of what was happening, they did what they were told.
That was when they noticed the dark outline of a person approaching the exterior door.
They weren't sure why the two men seemed to be so concerned.
It just seemed to be a man who was carrying several bags.
Rhae was the one who spoke up after the girls exchanged looks.
"Are you worried he is going to steal us away from you two with his handsome features when he enters"?
She was giggling a little, not aware of what Phoenix and Raphael had been dealing with, or the life that they lived.
The two men, aware they might have been overreacting, only gave a soft glance toward the girls before they continued to look at the man who was still unrecognizable, and then back to the woman.
"Just stay back until we say it's okay. Please" Raphael asked sincerely.
Rhae knew deep down he wouldn't say that for no reason, so she would give him the benefit of the doubt that time and trust him.
" I want an explanation, though" she uttered toward the men.
His ears felt like they sank a little at her words.
"Okay".
Phoenix didn't say anything else.
He couldn't, as he was now fully focused on the front door.
They felt like they stopped breathing as the man had his hand on the door.
Next thing they knew, Alexander was walking through.
"Hey, guys. Want to introduce me. I believe I've seen them a few times now. No"?
Both men let out a breath of relief once they knew everything was fine.
Phoenix picked up a hand and pointed, "This is Stella, and that is Rhae. I forgot you left. Dude. Can we get him off the first floor? I don't like people being able to see us in here".
Stella and Rhae were observing the encounter, wondering what exactly was going on.
The first thing that came to mind was that they were being introduced to the building manager of some sort.
Alexander started laughing.
"With everything you've seen in this building, do you really think anyone can see in here? Think about it. Ask the girls what they can see when they walk up. With that, I'll leave you with a Good night" he said as he winked.
Leaving that thought to ruminate, Alexander made his exit to the elevator.
He had full faith that the amazing Ayla had exhausted herself and knew exactly where to find her.
Ayla had, in fact, exhausted herself, and she did go to their room to sleep.
She wasn't known to sleep for long periods of time, though.
A little cat nap here and there was more fitting for what she had been doing.
Living the way that she had for so long only allowed her to take short, energizing naps as she went.
Her body was accustomed to that.
It didn't take long for her to start stirring.
Alexander happened to walk into the room, carrying those same bags he had entered the building with when Ayla was making her way to the door.
"What are you doing" she asked.
Startled by both her walking toward him and her question, he stepped backward.
"I don't know what you mean".
Ayla was backing away, as if she knew what he was up to.
"I thought we already went through this once. Did you not already learn from it the first time"?
Even more confused, he looked down at the bags in his hands.
"Ayla, what do you think I bought"?
There was a look that he hadn't seen in her eyes before as she answered him.
"What did you buy" she asked, as if she had confidence.
He was almost starting to feel amused, but he didn't want her to see it.
Then it clicked, because she was backing away, and next to the bed, she was rubbing her wrist.
Alexander smirked.
"Handcuffs, really, in these bags".
She squinted her eyes at him, the previous emotions now running away, and a touch of anger coming forward.
"Are you really trying not to laugh at me"?
Seeming almost genuine, his face began to match his words slowly as he talked.
"No, not at all. I'm sorry that I did it the first time. I mean, I'm not really, but I'm sorry that I traumatized you" he said.
He was walking toward her, bags on the ground, hands out, palms in her direction.
"What's in the bags then. Something else you want to use to hold me captive when you can't keep your eyes on me. Are you really that mad that I went out alone today"?
Her own guilt was showing, and he didn't even have to do anything.
As much as he wanted to laugh, he bit his tongue.
"No. Tempting, but no. No matter how much I want to tie you up to keep you safe, and for other reasons, it isn't far to you. You are a capable woman who knows what she is doing. When we interfere, someone gets hurt. I will follow your lead".
She couldn't believe her ears.
Was he submitting to her, and to who she was as a person?
Listening to him finish, she was curious what was left to say.
"That being said, I went back to the boutique. Your dress is paid for, as well as some other clothes, shoes, and jewelry that the owner picked for you".
Ayla was looking at him as if he were a completely new person standing before her.
"Why did you do that"?
Alexander was shocked at her reaction.
He thought she would be grateful.
"Because you deserve it. What do you really have other than the old things that you acquired some time ago? Someone like you deserves the best of everything. This is just what I could do on short notice. Plus, I didn't want to overwhelm you".
She didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything.
Instantly, she leaned in and kissed him.
"Thank you. No one has ever done anything nice for me before, not without a reason".
Ayla kissed him again.
That kiss was different than all the other times before.
There was a different feeling behind it when their lips met.
The bond between them didn't feel any different, but she did.
She felt more open and available to him.
As she embraced him more passionately with her kisses, her arms found themselves around his neck.
Once her arms were wrapped around him, he knew she was calm, ready.
They were in a place of passion and desire, lost together.
Slowly, gracefully, he picked her up to meet his waist, letting her legs lift, and her ankles meet behind his back.
Her body was doing everything on instinct.
There wasn't a thought present for either of them, as their bodies, their wolves, knew what they wanted.
As if in slow motion, he lay her body on the bed, not letting the kisses stop once.
When her body was gently placed, safe and secure on the bed, he took a free hand and started caressing her skin, with just a slight amount of pressure so she could feel just barely feel his touch.
Down her arm, then around the skin of her breasts, teasing her nipples, making them rise to the occasion, just like he was already doing.
Once he finished there, his air-like touch moved down the side of her stomach, making her think he was going to the center between her legs.
She was wrong, dead wrong, and let out a little whimper of a moan into his mouth when he detoured out and continued down her thigh.
"Sounds like someone wants something" he whispered into her ear as he broke free from her lush, full lips, "Tell me what you want".
Seeming like they had all the time in the world, he moved directly to her neck, grazing her ear with his lips along the way.
"You, all of you, now" she moaned.
He knew he had her where he wanted her, as he kissed and lightly nibbled his way down her arms, to her breast, making sure he paid them extra attention, down her abdomen, until he was finally down to where her legs split.
She was warm and wet as his thumb rubbed on her clit just right.
Then slowly, teasingly, he let a finger enter her, never stopping his tongue from missing a single stroke, making sure to suck a little extra on her nub when she tried to move.
When he felt like she was adjusting too well, he added another finger inside of her, not dripping himself from the head of his shaft.
He was barely able to maintain control when she grabbed the top of his head and tried to pull his back, moaning.
That was when he knew she was close, in addition to the arching of her back, the flow of juices, and pulsating around his fingers.
"Just let go, let me taste your cum" he thought toward her, wishing for her to hear him.
It was almost as if he commanded her, because she moaned again, as her orgasm came full force, and she drank it up like his favorite drink.
He never stopped, which drove her crazy with desire, passion, and want.
Ayla wanted him then, not anything else but his hard cock.
"Fuck me, now" she demanded.
"That's not it. That's not how you beg. If you want it, beg for it".
"Please, I need it. I need it now" she said as she grabbed his shoulders with her claws drawn, digging them in, pulling him up toward her.
"Now that's how you beg" he smiled, going straight in to kiss her.
"Damn, I taste amazing, don't I" she thought to where he could hear her.
It was like he could read her thoughts, because he pulled back and licked his lips, as he adjusted himself and started sliding himself in, gently, but not too gently.
Once he felt he was all the way in, Alexander grabbed her hips and gave an extra thrust just to make sure that made her moan.
Alexander was determined to let her know how much he wanted her, but he needed to know for sure that she wanted him.
Something in his wolf needed to know that she wanted him.
He wanted it to last forever, and he wanted her to know how he felt about her as he continued pleasing her, stroke after deep, perfectly placed, and paced stroke.
Just a few floors below on the first floor, the tone was slightly different for all involved.