Have Her Again

Caden’s POV

I stared at the beautiful woman sprawled across my bed, feeling a sudden surge of heat I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Her auburn hair fanned out across my pillows, and even in the dim light of the hotel room, her features were striking. Her skin was smooth and pale, with a faint blush hinting at her tipsiness.

Her lips, full and slightly parted, seemed to beg to be kissed, and her eyes—brown with flecks of gold—were wide open, staring back at me with a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite place.

My wolf stirred, the beast within me that I had managed to keep at bay during my years in the States. There, I blended in, lived among humans, and kept my true nature hidden.

I couldn’t shake the strange sense of familiarity about her. She had to be around the same age as Ronan’s sister, maybe a little older, but not by much. I chuckled softly, the sound low and almost inaudible in the quiet room.

The idea of Ronan’s sister being a stripper was laughable. Ronan, my best friend and Alpha King, was fiercely protective of his sister. He wouldn’t even let me see a photo of her once she turned thirteen, joking—or maybe not joking—that he didn’t want me looking at her with lustful eyes. The thought of her working as a stripper was absurd. Ronan would rather slaughter any man who dared gawk at his sister than punish her for it.

Turning to the lady on the bed, I took a step closer, my gaze narrowing as I noticed her dress. It was a simple, knee-length red dress. The kind of dress a woman might wear to a nice dinner or cocktail party, not to seduce a man in a hotel room. It was nothing like what Peru’s strippers usually wore when they came to see me. I frowned.

I’d just stepped off the plane when I dialed Peru’s number. Peru, my long-time contact in Silver Lake, had assured me he’d send one of his best girls tonight.

“Caden,” Peru’s voice crackled through the speaker. “I didn’t think I’d hear from you this soon.”

“I need someone tonight,” I said, cutting to the chase. “One of your best. I’ll be staying at the Silver Crest.”

“Sure, no problem. I’ve got a few new girls who just arrived. They’re all eager to please. I’ll send someone over within the hour.” He replied after a brief pause-.

I ended the call without further pleasantries. Peru had never let me down before, and I expected nothing less tonight.

But now, standing in front of the woman who was supposed to be my distraction, I felt an unease that had nothing to do with the alcohol or the lateness of the hour. This woman wasn’t dressed like a stripper, and her gaze was too clear, too curious. She didn’t have the practiced look of someone who knew how to seduce on command.

I frowned again, something not sitting right with me. “Strip,” I commanded, trying to push aside the doubts and focus on the reason I was here.

For a moment, she hesitated, her eyes searching mine as if trying to figure out if I was serious. Then, with a small, almost imperceptible shrug, she stood up, swaying slightly on her feet. Her hands moved to the back of her dress, and she slowly unzipped it, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a soft rustle.

She was not a stripper, but I couldn’t help admiring her as she stood there in nothing but lacy black panties. Her body was toned and slender, with curves that were subtle but undeniable. She was strikingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that made it hard to look away.

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

She blinked up at me, her lips curling into a lazy smile. “Why, are you gonna call me later?” she teased, her words slurred ever so slightly.

She’s drunk.

“You’re not one of Peru’s usual girls,” I said, more to myself than to her.

“No,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow, but before I could say anything else, she stepped closer, closing the distance between us. Her fingers grazed my chest, sending a jolt of electricity through me. The connection between us was undeniable, the attraction magnetic.

For a moment, I forgot about the strangeness of the situation. I forgot about the doubts and the unease. All that mattered was the woman in front of me, the way her body felt against mine, the way her scent filled my senses.

“Don’t think too much,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. “Just feel.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, and I could feel the slight tremble that ran through her as our bodies pressed together. It was intoxicating, the way she fit against me, the way her breath hitched when I leaned down to kiss her neck.

My hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of soft skin. Her nails scraped lightly against my back, sending shivers down my spine.

When I finally pulled back to look at her, her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted as she panted softly. The sight of her like this, vulnerable and wanting, was enough to drive me over the edge.

“Caden,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Hearing her say my name was all the encouragement I needed. I captured her lips in a searing kiss, my hands tangling in her hair as I pushed her back onto the bed. She moaned into the kiss, her body arching beneath mine as I settled between her legs.

For a brief moment, I hesitated. A small voice in the back of my mind warned me that this was a mistake, that there would be consequences. But the fire in my veins, the need coursing through me, was too strong to resist.

I took her small perfect breasts into my mouth and suckled while I let my other hand roam now to the black panties she wore. Damn it! She was already wet.

I left her breasts and trailed kisses down her neck to her navel. I settled over her wet entrance and pulled down the panties she had on. I buried my face into her and licked all her juices. She moaned and grabbed my hair.

Once I was sure she had orgasmed, I left her wet and fell the towel that clung to my waist down. My throbbing erection was staring right at her face and although she was not a stripper, she knew the assignment.

She came towards me with her eyes looking at me seductively. She grabbed at my dick, winked at me and gave me the most exciting blow job I had ever had. “Fuck me,” I said hoarsely.

I had been with several women, but something about her made me lose my sense of reasoning. I shoved my dick deeper into her throat and she took it well.

I picked her up and we fell back into the bed. I kissed her as I settled myself between her legs. She widened her legs and began moving her wet entrance against my dick. As her hands slid down my back, urging me closer, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I buried myself in her, and we both gasped at the sensation. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before—intense, overwhelming, perfect.

As we moved together, the world around us faded away. There was nothing but the two of us and the heat of our bodies. It was raw, wild, and everything I hadn’t realized I was missing.

When we finally reached our peak, it was like an explosion—a release so powerful it left me breathless. I collapsed beside her, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. She lay beside me, her body still trembling with the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing. I didn’t know her name, but I knew two things.

I was going to have my fill of her tonight and I was going to have her again.