Chapter 4 The Desperate Kiss

Delilah's POV

Throughout the drive, I cried until there were no more tears left, but the sobs wouldn't stop. The most pressing issue, however, wasn't the tears but the constant ache in between my legs.

My insides felt like they were on fire. I noticed the driver glancing at me occasionally through the rearview mirror. I knew what that look meant.

He was a wolf. He must have caught the scent of my arousal, something Sandra once warned me about. She said that if a wolf is in heat and unmated, she could attract unwanted attention from other male wolves. Trouble. That's what she called it.

I reassured myself that the driver wouldn't try anything, but the way he kept sneaking glances my way confirmed that he could smell it.

When I finally stepped out of the car, the stares began. People looked at me like I was their next meal. I rushed inside the building, my heart pounding. Even the front office staff were wolves, and the way they stared at me sent chills down my spine.

After confirming my reservation, I grabbed the key card and hurried on. It felt like every single person in this massive hotel was a wolf. Their gazes lingered too long, their intentions clear.

Oh God, please don't let them hurt me. But deep down, I knew I couldn't make it through the night without help. Still, I pressed forward, determined not to rely on anyone.

As I approached the elevator, I saw someone stepping inside. "Please, wait!" I called out, and he held the door open for me. I quickly slipped in, grateful to escape the ravenous stares outside.

I breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for the elevator to move, but it didn't. Curious, I turned to the man beside me.

"To the presidential suite," I said, trying to sound composed.

He replied smoothly, "What a coincidence," he said. "I'm headed there too."

There was something different about him. Unlike everyone else I'd encountered, his presence didn't feel predatory.

As the elevator began to move, I focused on holding myself together. My panties were soaked, and the heat within me was unbearable. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to give in to the overpowering sensation.

When the doors finally opened, I bolted out, desperate to find my room. I scanned the numbers frantically until I found the right suite. With shaky hands, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind me.

I pushed my suitcase aside, and collapsed onto the bed. My frustration boiled over, and I started squeezing my breasts, moaning loudly that I prayed this suite was soundproofed.

I needed to calm down. I couldn't let this feeling control me. Taking a deep breath, I hurry into the ensuite to strip off my clothes. The cold water from the shower cascaded over me as I tried to cool the fire raging inside. My body craves something more. Something more comforting.

I hesitantly touched myself, hoping to find some relief, but it only made things worse. The ache in my heart and in between my legs intensified. Overwhelmed, I slid to the floor of the shower, sobbing like a child. All I wanted was to be held and touched. Anything to fill this unbearable void.

"I hate you, Farrell! You're evil!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the tiled walls. I hated him for what he had done to me, for abandoning me to be with Sandra. I was certain of what they were doing right now, leaving me frustrated.

The betrayal stung deeply, but that wasn't my only torment. I had brought this on myself, and now I was trapped in a spiral of despair. How was I going to survive tonight?

I sat here, trying anything to dull the burning sensation inside me, but nothing worked. The frustration was unbearable and my tears came harder.

Then I heard the doorbell ring. Startled, I scrambled to my feet, slipping on the wet floor, and wrapping a towel tightly around my body; I approached the door cautiously, fear and curiosity battling in my mind.

When I opened it, I saw the man from the elevator. His piercing golden eyes scanned me, and an uncontrollable wave of desire washed over me.

"Hi, I thought I heard someone crying, so--"

I didn't let him finish. I leapt forward, pulling him into a desperate kiss. I didn't know what I was doing, only that I needed someone, and he was here.

He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. With a swift kick, he shut the door behind us and carried me inside. My mind was clouded with needs and my actions were unstoppable.

I fumbled to take off his clothes, and as I did, I noticed his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. He kissed me passionately. And in that instant, I let go of everything else.

By morning, my body felt like I had been hit by a truck. Every muscle aches, the soreness a testament to the night before. I opened my eyes and saw the man lying beside me, sleeping peacefully.

I should have been sleeping too, but I was used to waking up early. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw that it was only 5:30 a.m., earlier than my usual time. I glanced at the man again, debating whether to take a closer look, but decided against it.

I had no intention of seeing him again.

Silently, I pack my things, careful not to wake him. He looked massive, almost like a giant but I shook the thought away. As I slipped out of the room, my aching body reminded me of the intense night we'd shared.

I walked down the hall, determined to leave it all behind. I had lost my innocence to a total stranger. What a waste.