-Adrian-
I've learned patience. It's something I've acquired over time, a necessity in my position. Nox, on the other hand, is not so patient. He's antsy, pacing inside my mind like a caged animal.
This is taking forever, he growls. What's the holdup?
Calm down, I tell him. They're probably discussing whether this is a good idea.
It's a fantastic idea, Nox argues. We both know it.
When the third woman—the one I hadn't yet spoken to—emerged from the suite to evaluate me, I wasn't totally surprised. I still don't know the name of my angel inside. They told me it wasn't allowed because she wasn't going to get to know my name either. The rules of this encounter are strict, but I understand the need for them.
She's the cautious one, I note as the third woman approaches me, her blonde hair catching the hallway light as she studies me with suspicious eyes.
She's not impressed, Nox says with a hint of amusement.
Give her time.
The blonde stops directly in front of me, crossing her arms. "So you're the guy who's going to fulfill my friend's fantasy?"
"If she consents, yes," I answer carefully.
"And why would you do that? What's in it for you?" Her eyes are sharp, searching for any hint of deception.
"Does there need to be an ulterior motive?" I ask, keeping my voice level. "Perhaps I simply find her compelling."
She snorts. "Men always have motives."
"Fair enough," I concede. "I find her attractive. I'm interested in giving her what she wants. And yes, I'd enjoy the experience too. But I have no intention of complicating her life beyond tonight."
The woman studies me for a long moment. "If you hurt her—"
"I won't," I interrupt, my voice dropping lower. "I have no desire to make things worse."
"And the blindfold stays on the entire time?"
"Yes."
"And you'll leave before she wakes up?"
"Yes."
She asks several more questions, each more pointed than the last. I answer them all honestly. Finally, she nods, seemingly satisfied.
"She deserves something good," she says, her voice softening slightly. "Don't make me regret this."
As she turns to go back into the suite, Nox rumbles with approval. I think we passed.
We'll see.
I'm sure my angel has never done something like this before. Hell, I haven't done anything like this either. As I wait, my pulse pounds in my ears. It's not long before all three women emerge from the room. The one with dark red hair holds out her hand expectantly.
"Give me your wallet," she demands.
I raise an eyebrow. "Why?"
"It's going in my purse. You may pick it up from the lobby in the morning." Her expression is deadly serious. "I won't open it. But if anything happens to our friend, this goes straight to the police... no, the Wolven Council."
All of my credit cards, a few thousand dollars in cash, and my ID are in there. I hesitate, weighing the risk.
All three girls raise their eyebrows simultaneously, a united front. In some ways, I'm amused. I'm also pleased that they're taking steps to protect their friend in case I am, in fact, a complete psychopath.
We are dangerous, Nox reminds me. If they knew how much, they wouldn't let us near their friend.
I would never hurt a woman, I respond firmly.
Yes, Nox agrees. But we are still violent when required.
After another moment of consideration, I hand the redhead my wallet. She drops it into her purse with a satisfied nod.
"What is your number?" she asks, taking out her phone.
I recite my number, watching as she types it in.
"I'm sending you a text," she explains. "When you leave tomorrow, text me and I'll drop your wallet off at the check-in desk."
I nod, thinking I've never worked this hard to get laid. But this isn't just about sex—there's something about the woman in that room that calls to me on a deeper level.
After several more warnings—some creative, some surprisingly threatening—the women finally leave. I stand alone in the hallway, suddenly questioning whether I should go through with this.
Having second thoughts? Nox asks, sensing my hesitation.
This is... unconventional, I admit.
It's perfect, Nox counters, excitement evident in his tone. No names, no complications. Just pure connection.
What if she regrets it?
Then she can stop at any time. You've already agreed to that.
True.
Besides, Nox adds, did you see how her friends described her situation? She deserves a night of pleasure.
It's not our place to judge.
No, but it is our place to give her what she needs tonight. That's all she's asking for.
I take a deep breath, centering myself. You're right.
I usually am, Nox preens.
With newfound resolve, I gently knock on the door and open it. I make my way through the suite into the bedroom. And there she is. Her back facing me, silhouetted against the city lights beyond the window. She doesn't move as I enter, though I can see the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her breath catches.
She smells of honey, vanilla, and something I can't quite place—something uniquely her. She doesn't turn around as I move further into the room. In the reflection of the window, I can see her eyes are closed tight, as if she's bracing herself for what's to come.
I approach slowly, deliberately making enough noise that she can track my movements. When I'm directly behind her, I press my chest against her back, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric of her dress. I run my hands down her curves, around to her front, and rest them gently on her stomach. She trembles slightly under my touch.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, "Don't turn around, little wolf." My voice is low, rough with desire. "Remember the rules."
Her breath hitches, and I feel her lean back into me ever so slightly.
"Are you nervous?" I ask, my hands still resting on her stomach, not moving higher or lower yet.
"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"Good," I murmur. "A little nervousness keeps things interesting. But know this—" I turn her in my arms, careful to position myself so she can't see my face, "—you're in control tonight. If you want me to stop, just say the word."
I feel her nod against my chest. "And if I don't want you to stop?" she asks, her voice gaining a hint of boldness.
I smile, though she can't see it. "Then we're going to have a very enjoyable night, little wolf."