Page 11 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

With my hand planted in his, we wind around the various bits of furniture and scenes going on, but my eyes and brain don’t absorb any of it. I’m far too consumed with the delectable smell rolling off of his body. It’s like dark chocolate and coffee had a baby and wrapped it in leather.

My mouth waters as he leads me over to a padded red X leaning against the wall. Though I have no intimate knowledge of what this is, I’ve seen enough tonight to have a decent approximation. My insides quiver as I reach out to touch it, exploring the supple texture.

The Alpha lets me take my time, not rushing me or making me feel dumb for needing this moment to ground me. It’s as if he understands more than even my own brain can comprehend in this moment.

“You’re going to tie me to this. Yes?”

“Would you like me to?” There’s a growl of unspoken promise in his voice that rakes across my skin.

I feel it just as keenly as if this stranger touched me. But as I turn to look at him, I note his arms firmly crossed in front of his chest. It’s all in my mind. He hasn’t even moved.

Unsure of how to answer, I shrug my shoulders. I don’t even know what the hell I want, so how can I communicate the need thrumming through me? But I need something, anything.

“Just do whatever, I guess.”

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart.” His voice drips from his lips like hot sugar.

“Then how does it work?” Though I despise the petulant sound to my voice, I can’t help the exasperation flooding my system. “I know nothing of this world. You know everything. Tell me what to do.”

He steps forward, his eyes gleaming in the dim lights. It’s as if they’re on fire, lit from within. They match the fierce frown drawing down his lips.

“Kessily didn’t tell you anything?”

“No. Just that we were going to a club so I could forget-” I clamp my mouth shut, not wishing to reveal just why I’m there.

“Forget what?”

I shake my head, refusing to tell him. With a sigh, he slides his knuckle under my chin and forces my gaze to his.

“This won’t work between us if you don’t talk to me.”

Unable to control my actions, I jerk my face away from him. “It’s only for one night. What do you care?”

It’s far too embarrassing. Besides, if he found out I was trying to fuck him just to get over an Alpha who got tooclose to me… Well, I already know how he feels about that. I can’t handle his ire on top of everything else.

“Fine then. Keep your secrets. I’ll find another submissive who can give me what I need tonight.”

As he turns from me, my heart plummets. Yet another Alpha abandoning me. I can’t let him just walk away. I can’t let him go off to Greece and fuck some stranger instead of me. I can’t… I can’t…

“Alpha, please.” Falling to my knees, I cry out to him, the agony shredding my heart with each step he takes.

He turns, his gaze taking on a concerned glint. Could he actually care? Would he still want to play with me, knowing how I let another get too close? Within a few moments, he’s back at my side.

Dropping to one knee, he forces my gaze to his. “What is it, omega?”

“I- I just need to forget. I need one night. Please. Please help me forget him.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t ask for any details. He simply gathers me into his arms and lifts me up. “I’ll do as you request.”

Relief flutters through my chest like a flock of birds piercing the sky. A weight falls off of me as I once more snuggle into the large, enveloping circle of an Alpha’s affection. Guilt and pain twist and strain, threatening to steal my breath.

When it becomes too much, all I have to do is listen to the Alpha’s steady heartbeat. It guides me, calms me, and allows me to see reason once more. I’m not doing anything wrong. Alec is away fucking his wife, leaving me here all alone.

I can certainly slake my urges with another. It’s not like I’m cheating when he’s probably not coming back to me. Itwould be one thing if he messaged me, telling me to wait for him, but there’s not even that. The silence continues to stretch between us, hurting almost as much as knowing he’s on our honeymoon with another.

Before I can stop myself, I bury my face into this stranger’s chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent. This Alpha smells nothing like Alec. It’s stronger, deeper, more masculine somehow. Deep down, I know I shouldn’t think ill of my ex, especially since his marriage was not his fault, but it eases the pain from the ragged wound a little.

“Would you prefer I just hold you? Is that what you need?”

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