Chapter 4
Fiona
I liked the way he looked at me. Not Jackson's furtive glances, afraid of being discovered, but frank, appreciative attention.
That night, he took me back to his apartment. We barely spoke. Words were unnecessary in those moments.
The moment he closed the door, he pressed me against the wall. His strong hands pulled down my dress zipper, exposing my full breasts.
He lowered his head and took a hardened nipple into his mouth, teeth gently nibbling, tongue skillfully teasing, making me moan softly. His other hand slipped under my skirt, roughly but precisely parting my legs, fingers sliding through wet folds to find my swollen clit and rub hard.
My body trembled instantly, arousal flowing down his fingers.
He chuckled low, swept me up and tossed me on the bed, stripped himself in moments, revealing his thick, hard length, veins prominent, tip already leaking clear fluid.
He covered me, his powerful body completely enveloping mine, hands pinning my wrists, lifting my legs high, positioning that hot shaft against my dripping entrance and thrusting deep in one stroke. The intense fullness made me cry out. He began pounding hard, each thrust reaching my deepest point, hitting my womb, creating obscene wet sounds.
"Fuck, you're so tight, so hot, like this pussy was made just for me." He panted, accelerating his thrusts while biting my neck, leaving his Alpha's mark.
I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, actively meeting every thrust, breasts bouncing violently with the motion.
He flipped me over, making me kneel on the bed, entering from behind even deeper and harder, hands gripping my ass and slapping hard, leaving red marks.
Climax came wave after wave, my channel spasming around his shaft, arousal gushing. He finally roared, shooting hot seed deep into my womb, white fluid overflowing and running down my thighs.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my throat, voice hoarse. "So beautiful I want to hide you away."
I laughed and pulled him closer.
We almost forgot about time.
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I lay in an unfamiliar bed, body aching all over, yet more clearheaded than ever before.
Silvano turned on his side, fingers playing with my hair spread across the pillow.
"Marry me," he said.
I thought he was joking and didn't take it seriously.
But he pulled a business card from the nightstand drawer and placed it in my palm. The card had detailed information—his name, his title, his contact information.
"Shadow Pack needs a Luna with management abilities. You need a new pack." He looked at me, that expression less like a marriage proposal and more like discussing a mutually beneficial business deal. "We need each other. This would be a good marriage."
"You're crazy," I said, but didn't return the card.
"Maybe." He kissed my shoulder. "But I never do anything without certainty. Fiona Stone, call me when you've decided."
I left his apartment, taking nothing but that business card in my pocket.
I wasn't sure if I'd make that call.
But I knew that from this night forward, I would never again be Stone Lake Pack's Gamma.
Walking out of Silvano's apartment, dawn was just breaking. I was about to call a car when my phone rang. The screen showed a name: Elena.
I answered. "This early? Last night you—"
"Fiona." The voice on the other end wasn't Elena's.
I froze.
"Jackson?" My voice went sharp. "Why do you have Elena's phone?"
Jackson ignored my question, his tone terrifyingly calm. "I won't hold these few days of running around with Elena against you, as long as you come back immediately. Before tomorrow, I want to see you."
His presumptuous tone irritated me.
"How is that any of your business?" I was annoyed. "I'm not your Gamma anymore, Jackson. Isn't it a bit late to be saying these things?"
His laugh was cold and brief.
"Come back." One word. Alpha pressure came through the phone line, nearly buckling my knees.
"Immediately. Otherwise I'll apply to the Council for an arrest warrant. Your charges will be document forgery and pack betrayal. Want to guess who the Council will believe? A successful Alpha, or a Gamma who 'seduced' him?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "seduced." My blood ran cold.
"Don't, please..."
"One hour," he interrupted. "Or I'll send Timothy to collect you. Your choice."
The call ended.
