Edward placed his soft lips on hers, his breath and mouth tasted like a mix of alcohol and mint. It started out as a soft and slow kiss but as their horny desires took over, it became a deep and tongue twister kiss.
She sat on his laps as his body pressed against hers, her boobs felt his hard packed chest making her all the more wet.
He spread her arms across the bed before using his tongue technique to take her left nipple into his mouth while using his right hand to play with the other.
How did they get here, let's go backward to how the day started.
"Enough," he murmured to himself. He shrugged into a dark coat, leaving the tailored jacket behind.
One night, just one night he tells himself . Just one night where he is not a symbol but a human.
He doesn't call security, and doesn't inform anyone. The elevator doors slide shut with a soft chime that sounds too final.
The engagement ring rested on the glass table like a verdict.
Edward had been staring at it for ten minutes, long enough to memorize the way the diamonds catch the city lights and throw them back cold and sharp.
Tonight, cameras will capture it on his finger and the pack will call it destiny. But it felt like a shackle.
From my penthouse windows, Manhattan stretched endlessly, steel, money and control. This city bows to him without a question. Bloodlines and everything moves when he commanded it to.
Everything moved at his command except his wolf.
It had been restless all day, prowling beneath his skin, rejecting every calming breath and every practiced thought. Not angry and not afraid but in resistance.
"You'll grow into it," his mother said, smiling as she adjusted his cufflinks. "All Alphas do."
But he already had, that's the problem.
He tightened his fists, feeling the pressure build behind his ribs. The engagement wasn't just political, it was binding.
He loosened his cufflinks and set them beside the engagement ring, then after pacing the room for a while, he pulled the ring and cufflinks from the table and slipped it into a drawer.
Both felt like lies.
Somewhere below, people laugh without his permission. As the elevator descended, the pressure in his chest eased slightly, as if the building itself had been weighing him down.
Outside, the night air was sharp and damp, the streets slicked with recent rain. He paused on the sidewalk, exposed in a way that felt almost obscene.
No guards flanking him and no protective perimeter. Just a man, free to do what he wants for one night.
He flagged down a car that wasn't marked as anything special. The driver didn't recognize him, and the anonymity sent a strange thrill through his veins.
"Anywhere in particular?" the driver asked.
He hesitated for a second. Then he gave an address he had not spoken aloud in years.
The car drove for about thirteen minutes before stopping in front of a building.
He paid the driver and stepped out, rain misting the collar of his coat.
Across the city was Ember. She didn't plan to go out that night. The night started like every other, her takeout growing cold and her new boss's voice still echoing in her head from the late call.
"Thursday will be very important. Be sharp."
She was always sharp, always careful and always invisible in the way that kept things smooth.
Still, the anxiousness won't let her sit. She had gotten a job to work as the secretary for Iris Adams. The feeling of working in the Adams Corporation sent chills to her spine.
It hummed beneath her skin, low and insistent, like an itch she can't reach.
Her phone chimed, she reached for it and it's her friend Bella. A bottle for the new Adams Corporation girl. Dress up, I'll pick you up in ten.
She smiled and immediately grabbed her makeup box without thinking. A few minutes later, the front door bell rung and she hurried downstairs.
The city was alive outside, music leaking from doors, laughter bouncing off concrete, heat rising from subway grates as they drove through the streets.
They stopped in front of a door she had never noticed before. " Where are we?" She asked Bella.
Bella laughed as she opened the door for her. "It's a secret." Her mouth opened but nothing came out.
"You should have the fun of your life tonight before you commence work for that spoiled boss of yours." She joked.
The entrance of the club didn't announce itself.
There were no signs, velvet rope or line spilling onto the street.
Just a seamless stretch of dark stone set between two anonymous buildings, broken only by a recessed door that blended so perfectly into the wall that it was easy to miss if you didn't already know it was there.
There was a low pulse of sound and a bouncer who studied her face a second too long before stepping in front of them " No phones, no cameras!" He said sternly.
Bella took their phones back to the car before joining her once more.
The moment she crossed the threshold, the air changed.
The bass settled into her bones, the crowd blurred, faces became indistinct, as if the room itself was waiting.
"This place is insane," Bella murmured as they walked to the bar, leaning closer so she didn't have to raise her voice. "Are we even supposed to be here?" She asked half scared, half excited.
Bella let out a quiet laugh pulling a seat for Ember at the bar "Probably not."
The bartender set two drinks in front of them without asking, something smoky and citrusy, served in heavy crystal. No price or menu.
Bella took a sip and widened her eyes. "Okay. Worth getting kidnapped for."
Ember snorted, lifting her glass. "To bad decisions."
They clinked their glasses gently.
Ember was mid-sip when a shadow fell across the bar. A man stands beside Bella, tall, confident and dressed in something that looked effortless and expensive.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice smooth and practiced. "Would you like to dance?"
Bella blinked, surprised. Then she smiled, flattered. "Oh—"
She set her glass down a little too fast.
"Hey," Ember said , reaching out and lightly gripping her wrist. Her voice stayed calm, but her eyes didn't. "Don't." She said, lifting her brows.
"I don't like this," she said quietly. "Stay."
Bella glanced between her and the man, torn between them. "You'll be fine. It's just one dance."
She made a face, pressed her lips thin with eyes pleading. Bella understood the language but gave a small, exaggerated head shake, mouthing, "please."
The man watched the exchange with mild amusement. "I promise I'll return her in one piece."
"That's not reassuring," she muttered.
Bella laughed, gently pulling her hand free. "Relax. I'll be right there." She pointed to a spot near the dance floor. "You won't even lose sight of me."
She exhaled slowly as her friend was led away, the crowd swallowing them in low light and movement.
Left alone, she turned back to the bar, curling her fingers around her glass.
The restlessness under her skin sharpened.
Then, a presence shifts beside her, close and warm.
And before she can turn, a low voice speaks near her left ear.
"Looks like you could use the company."
She froze for a second.