Chapter 2 002

Kaelon

The moment her lips crashed into mine, I was stunned. I hadn't seen it coming, not from her-the woman I had just found up on the rooftop, screaming her lungs out like her world had come crashing down.

I stood there, frozen for a beat, feeling her hands grip my collar, pulling me closer. I could taste the alcohol on her lips, bitter and sharp, but beneath it... there was something else.

I pulled away. "Whatever caused you to be like this is not worth it. After tonight, trust me you'll feel better."

I wasn't going to have someone kill herself at my hotel and worse on my son's wedding day.

She smiled, said nothing but leaned in again and continued assaulting my lips with the most stimulating kiss I have had in a long time.

I knew I should push her away. Hell, I wanted to push her away, but something about the way she kissed me-the desperation, the raw emotion-tugged at something deep inside me.

I hadn't kissed anyone like this in years. Decades, even. It wasn't just about lust; it was something else, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I was supposed to be at my son's wedding, not getting caught up in some rooftop insanity with a random woman. The party was downstairs, and I had barely just arrived after a long, exhausting business trip.

My assistant had handled most of the wedding preparations while I was away. I'd sent a few messages back and forth with Aaron, but things had been hectic, and I hadn't even met the bride yet.

Well, at least not in person.

I trusted Aaron-he was smart, responsible, and independent-but still, a part of me felt guilty for not being more present.

"Just show up for the wedding. You don't have to attend the party." He had said earlier this morning.

I had to come right away.

My mind was a bit foggy from the few shots of drink I had in my suite, before I got distracted by the yelling coming from the rooftop.

And now, here I was, pulled into something I couldn't quite explain. Her lips were moving against mine, hungry, desperate, and God help me, I didn't pull away. Instead, I kissed her back. For reasons I couldn't understand, I found the taste of her too damn pleasurable to resist.

Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm, and for a split second, I let myself get lost in it. My mind went blank, the noise of the world below fading into nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths, the sensation of her lips on mine.

But then reality slammed back into me.

What the hell are you doing, Kaelon?

I broke the kiss, pulling back sharply. "Wait... What are you doing?" My voice was hoarse, rough from the sudden surge of emotions.

She blinked at me, her eyes glassy, pupils dilated from the alcohol and tears. Her lips were slightly parted, still swollen from the kiss, and for a moment, I could see the pain behind her wild expression. She was hurting. Badly.

"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Just... just let me feel you. I need to forget, even if it's just for a moment."

Her words cut through me like a knife. I should've walked away. I should've told her this wasn't right, that she didn't need this-that I wasn't the person she needed. But the way she looked at me, pleading, vulnerable-it did something to me.

Something I hadn't felt in a long time. She wasn't just looking for a physical escape; she was trying to drown her pain in something, in someone. I felt my wolf stir with the sudden urge to satisfy her need

"Who... who are you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The question lingered between us, heavy, as I stared down at her.

She let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. "Does it matter?" she muttered. "I'm just a nobody. Just... another girl trying to forget."

The ache in her voice hit me in the chest. She was lost, broken, and while I didn't know her story, I could tell she was at the edge of something dark.

My instinct was to walk away, to tell her she needed to go back inside and sober up, but when she looked up at me with those tear-filled eyes, something inside me snapped.

Against my better judgment, I leaned in, cupping her face gently with one hand. "This isn't going to fix anything," I murmured, but even as I said it, I felt my resolve slipping.

"I know," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "But right now... I don't care."

Before I could stop her, she kissed me again, this time more forcefully, her hands tangling in my shirt. And damn it, I kissed her back. I kissed her like I hadn't kissed anyone in years. Like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

I should've pushed her away. I knew that. I wasn't some reckless kid who acted on impulse. But for some reason, with this woman I felt like I was losing every ounce of that control. I knew I should've stopped before things got out of hand.

But I didn't.

And when she whispered, "Please... I need this," something in me snapped completely.

I pulled her closer, my hands finding her waist, the curve of her hips, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

Her breath hitched as I deepened the kiss, my fingers threading through her hair. She melted against me, her body pliant, her lips hungry, as if she were starving for something she couldn't name.

I didn't even realize we had moved until my back hit the door to the rooftop suite. Her hands fumbled for the handle, and before I knew it, we were inside, the door slamming shut behind us.

I broke the kiss for a second, panting heavily as I stared down at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright with something wild, something dangerous.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice low and rough. "Because once we do this, there's no going back."

She nodded, biting her lip, and that was all the answer I needed.

I pushed her up against the wall, my mouth finding hers again, my hands roaming her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin I could reach.

Her fingers tugged at my shirt, pulling it free from my pants, and within seconds, it was on the floor and forgotten.

She grabbed my hard throbbing dick with her hands and began stroking them in soft but hurried motions.

I could barely hold my self in as I hurriedly undid her dress. A bit too much for a wedding guest.

My lips landed on her already hardened nipples and she moaned. I jerked her from the ground, causing her to wrap her long beautiful legs around my torso.

Perfect height.

Her wetness settled just stop my throbbing dick. I continued to kiss her, but she was desperate and began to plaster her juices over my erection.

At that moment, I didn't care that I didn't know her name or couldn't make out her face properly to know who she was. All I knew was that I wanted her-needed her-as much as she needed me.

I laid her and on the bed and gently slid into her already dripping wet core.

"Yes please. I NEED you to make me scream your name," She pleaded with her eyes closed and her lips locked into her teeth.

I smiled knowing that I would clearly do just that. The rest of the night left us drowning in sweat and ecstasy.