Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Kaden’s POV

I carried her up the stairs, her soft weight draped over my shoulder, bare ass cheek warm under my palm. Every step made the thin thong strap shift against my fingers. Her scent followed me like smoke, thick and sweet, driving my wolf to the edge of madness.

She lifted her head, hair falling in messy waves. A lazy smile spread across her flushed face as she stared at me upside down. “Are you an angel?” she slurred. “I can see silver hair… shining like moonlight… so pretty…”

Her fingers reached up and played with the strands at my temple, tugging gently. “Angel Kaden… my angel…”

A low moan slipped from her throat. She squirmed against my hold. “Hot… too hot…” Small hands grabbed the torn dress and yanked at it, trying to pull it over her head.

“Easy,” I said, voice rough. “Stop moving.”

But she kept tugging, whining. “Hot… everything’s burning… need it off…”

I kicked open the door to my bedroom and hurried inside. The room was dim, lit only by the low glow of a single lamp. I lowered her carefully onto the wide leather couch at the foot of the bed. She sprawled there, legs parted slightly, dress bunched around her waist.

I turned and strode to the attached bathroom. The smell of vomit clung to my trousers like a curse. I stripped them off fast, kicked them into the hamper, and peeled off my shirt too. The fabric reeked. I grabbed fresh briefs from the drawer and pulled them on, leaving my chest bare. I needed to get back to her before she hurt herself or wandered off.

I heard the loud thud before I reached the door.

Heart slamming, I rushed back.

Ashley lay on the floor beside the couch. Completely naked except for the red lace lingerie. The dress lay crumpled beside her like shed skin. Her large breasts rose and fell with every breath, pale white in the low light, nipples dark and peaked, begging for attention. Her thighs glistened. Slick arousal trailed down her inner legs.

I took a deep breath. Then another. My cock hardened instantly, straining against the briefs.

Fuck.

I crossed the room in two strides and knelt. Slid my arms under her. Lifted.

Her bare breasts brushed my bare chest as I pulled her up. Soft. Warm. Perfect. Her nipples dragged across my skin and I moaned low in my throat before I could stop it.

“Liam is such a pussy,” I growled under my breath. “Threw away a goddess for a rival’s cock and a toy.”

She mumbled against my neck. “Liam said I’m ugly…”

I froze. Looked down into her hazy eyes. “No. No, baby. You’re ravishing.”

She smiled, slow and sweet, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Can I ask you something?”

Before I could answer she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was desperate, hungry, like she was drowning and I was air. Her tongue slipped past my lips, tasting of vodka and need.

Shock held me still for one heartbeat. Then instinct took over. I gripped her hips hard and dropped us both onto the bed. She landed beneath me, legs spreading instinctively. My body covered hers. Her hands stayed locked around my neck, pulling me closer.

She giggled into the kiss. “Your penis is getting so big… poking me…”

I took a deep, shuddering breath and pushed myself up on my forearms. “I will leave you in this room, okay? Sleep it off.”

“Noooo.” She hugged me tighter, legs wrapping around my waist. “I’m scared… I miss my mom… and I’m still hot… you make me feel good.”

Her wolf scent surged, wild and aroused. Her hands traced my chest, nails dragging lightly over my skin. My smell seemed to intoxicate her. She inhaled deeply against my neck. “I need you… I don’t know why or how… but please help me…”

She moaned and wiggled, grinding her soaked core against my straining cock through the thin briefs.

“You’re a virgin,” I whispered, voice hoarse.

“Yeah…” She smiled dreamily. “And you’re like a daddy to me…”

“But I’m not daddy’s,” she slurred, leaning up to kiss me again.

I turned my head. “You’re drunk.”

She pouted, then leaned forward and bit my nipple. Sharp. Playful. Pain shot straight to my groin.

I looked down at her breasts. Full. Perfect. Nipples begging.

“You’re drunk,” I repeated, more to myself than her.

“I consent… I’m just a tiny bit drunk… help me please…” Another moan. Her hips rolled up, seeking friction.

I pushed off the bed. Stood. Walked to the side table. Grabbed a cigar from the box, lit it with shaking hands, and took a long, deep drag. Smoke curled toward the ceiling.

Behind me, Ashley wiggled on the bed. Her hands roamed her own body. Over her breasts, squeezing. Down her stomach. Between her thighs. Fingers slipped under the thong, circling her clit. Wetness dripped onto the sheets. She moaned my name softly, hips bucking.

The cigar burned between my fingers. My wolf howled inside me.

She’s touching herself.

Right here.

In my bed.

Begging for me.