SIENNA'S POV
This man—this handsome man whom I didn't even know—picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist like a koala clinging to its favourite branch. Our mouths were still tangled together, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow.
There probably wasn't. I knew what awaited me the next day, but I shook the thought away, willing myself not to think about tomorrow—only about now.
He pressed his nose to the side of my neck and inhaled deeply. He groaned. "Beautiful scent you have there, pretty girl," he rasped against my skin, and I found myself pushing into him even more.
He gripped my waist to steady me. I was delirious.
His own scent filled the restroom. He was too tall, so I managed to press my nose against his throat. He smelled impossibly good. I could feel myself growing wetter with every second that passed. Oh dear. This man was a sex god.
I felt a sexual pull from him that I had never once felt with Edward. He was different… far too different.
I bit at his throat and kissed it, earning a chuckle from him. The sound made his manly chest rumble beneath my hands.
"Eager little thing, aren't you," he said with a wolfish grin that perfectly matched his nature. His gaze dropped to my breasts, and without warning, he stripped me of my clothes until I was left with nothing.
I hadn't worn a bra because I hadn't expected to go outside—much less have drunken sex in a restroom. I purred when the cool air hit my bare breasts, tightening my legs together to seek some friction.
"Goddess, you're so sexy," he growled. He lifted his hands to my left breast, kneading it roughly, pinching the nipple. I groaned, throwing my head back.
It must have been the wine—though I didn't know it then—that made me feel everything twice as intensely.
He worked one breast with his hand while his mouth came down on the other. I moaned loudly, raking my fingers through his hair.
"Yes… mm," I purred.
Once he had stimulated me enough, his eyes moved to his next target. He gently peeled my skirt from my body, followed by my panties.
He looked up at me—at my dazed, unfocused expression—as he spread my legs wider. I shivered as the air hit my most private place.
The werewolf pulled me forward until I reached the edge of the sink, bent down, and gave my throbbing womanhood a slow, languorous lick.
I had to stifle my moans so no one would pick up on what we were doing—in the male restroom, nonetheless.
After the first slow lick came another, then another. With every stroke of his tongue, he grew wilder, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
He made out with my womanhood like a man starved, until I climaxed, shaking as the waves tore through me, his hands firm on my waist to steady me.
He pulled himself up, his face slick with my essence. He was still fully dressed while I was completely undressed. The authority he held over the situation turned me on unbearably.
The werewolf stepped back, watching me as I leaned against the sink mirror. His hands slid up my thighs, tightening as he traced a fiery path back to my most private part.
I mewled when his fingers brushed my folds. He teased me for some time before abruptly stopping, his gaze narrowing. I wanted to scream at him to continue, but the hard look that crossed his face cut through half of my haze.
"What… why d—"
"Are you a virgin?"
***
The hangover hit me like a train wreck, knocking me out of my dreamless sleep. My eyes slowly adjusted to the bright lighting. It was already daybreak.
My head throbbed painfully, but at least I was clear-headed enough to know this wasn't my damn room, nor the hotel room I'd been assigned to. That was when I noticed the very heavy arm draped around my midsection.
My breath hitched. I swiftly turned over my shoulder, and the handsome face that met my eyes nearly froze my lungs.
Goddess, he was so beautiful.
That was when the memories of last night returned. My face burned red with regret and embarrassment over how I had practically thrown myself at someone I had just met that night.
Another thought struck me. I jerked upright, checking the sheets for any sign of what we might have completed that night. Thankfully, there was no blood, and I didn't feel sore either.
The man stirred, pulling his hand off me as he opened his eyes. Those intense blue werewolf eyes—eyes that could steal the breath of any woman, or man, alike.
My body hummed, tugging me toward him, but I snapped back, realising the worst of it all.
I had almost had sex with a werewolf!
"Are you supposed to be in bed with me?" he asked.
My brows creased at his words, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
"I'm not sure I understand," I responded carefully.
The man raised a brow, his gaze roaming over my form. "I do not sleep with virgins, darling. I told you that last night."
I scoffed in disbelief. Had he mistaken me for a harlot?
"You are completely wrong, mister. I am not a prostitute. Do you not—"
A knock on the hotel door cut me off. I rushed to cover myself, realising I was still partly naked. The door opened slightly, and a burly man poked his head inside.
"Sir Daniele, your son has been calling your line. He said he has something important to tell you."
I wasn't even surprised that he had a son. He looked like the type, though I wondered—if he was this young, how much younger would his son be?
The bodyguard left and closed the door behind him. The handsome man rose from the bed, and I hurried on.
"You've mistaken me for something I'm not. I didn't—"
"It is highly unnecessary, darling," he said softly, glancing over his shoulder. "They all say the same."
He dressed in the outfit from the night before, pulled out his wallet, counted several bills, and tossed them onto me. My eyes stung with tears, but I refused to cry in front of him.
I grabbed the bills, crushed them in my fist, and flung them across the room. His brows rose, but he said nothing.
"Bloody jerk," I cursed, though he likely didn't hear me as he walked out at that very moment.
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
My phone rang from somewhere nearby. I searched for it and found Mara calling. I answered immediately, pressing the phone to my ear.
"Sofie."
"Sienna! Oh my Goddess, where have you been? I've been blowing up your phone!" she said in one panicked breath. I was about to respond, but she continued. "Anyway, it doesn't matter! Wherever you are right now, you need to come home."
"Why? What's with the panic, Sofie? You're scaring me," I huffed, searching for my clothes.
"News just reached me. A highly ranked man—said to be Edward's father—will be attending your wedding tomorrow!"
I froze, my brows shooting up.
Oh shit.