Claimed in the Elevator

POV: Lyra.

I am fully, terrifyingly aware of the innocent lives at stake if I dare to make a scene in the middle of this crowded, pulsing club. I know exactly the kind of relentless bloodshed Alpha Kaelen is capable of unleashing if he is provoked, and the last thing I want is a massacre on my conscience. Panic claws violently at my throat as I frantically search the sweaty, packed dance floor for my best friend, Bria. I just need an out, a distraction to slip away from his magnetic hold. My stomach violently drops when I finally spot her through the flashing neon lights. She is completely distracted, passionately making out with a tall, broad-shouldered man I instantly recognize as Kaelen’s Beta, Judd. Her hands are tangled in his hair, completely oblivious to my impending doom. I am completely alone in this, the terrifying realization crashing over me as the heavy bass vibrates through the floorboards.

I gasp sharply as Alpha Kaelen suddenly grips my hips with bruising, possessive force. He effortlessly spins me around, dragging my back forcefully against his front. His massive, rock-hard chest presses firmly against my spine, his sheer physical dominance completely overwhelming my senses. I can feel the solid wall of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Don’t tempt me, or I will mark you right where you stand if you cause a scene," he dangerously purrs directly against the sensitive crook of my neck. His hot breath sends heated, electric sparks rushing frantically over every inch of my exposed skin, making my nipples harden instantly against the fabric of my dress.

"Now, behave," he growls low, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating directly into my back. "I had other intentions being here tonight, and finding my mate wasn’t one of them. Yet my wolf insists on keeping you. So, you will come willingly, or I will toss you over my shoulder and carry you out kicking and screaming."

I shiver uncontrollably as his large hands dig even deeper into my waist, his thumbs pressing into the bare skin exposed by the cutouts of my dress. After the humiliating, incredibly sexist scolding I received from my own father earlier today, an unquenchable fury still boils violently in my veins. I have wasted my entire life meticulously training for a pack leadership position that will never be mine, simply because I am a woman and my father deems me unfit for the alpha role. As Kaelen’s scorching heat seeps into my back, a toxic, rebellious thought violently crosses my mind. What better, more devastating way to say a massive 'fuck you' to my father than to intimately screw his most prominent, hated rival?

I desperately try to rationalize the dangerous, reckless idea. I explicitly tell myself I can just sleep with him tonight, use his body to burn off this fury, and then formally reject him tomorrow morning. Nobody has to die because I refused him. No one even has to know I spread my legs for the enemy.

"You will do no such thing. He is ours," Zyla, my completely frenzied inner wolf, fiercely snarls in my head. She vehemently rejects the mere thought of abandoning him, completely subservient to the intoxicating mate bond. Her primal instincts are entirely overwhelming my logical mind, her relentless desire leaving me aching and dripping wet.

Instead of ripping myself away from his bruising hold, I purposefully turn in his arms. I look up into his striking face and seductively wrap my arms tight around his thick, muscular neck, pressing my breasts directly against his solid chest.

"I knew you couldn’t resist the pull," he murmurs with dark, arrogant satisfaction.

Right before I can even process the shift in his demeanor, his soft, demanding lips violently crash into mine. The incredibly overpowering scent of dark pine and the all-consuming mate bond completely swallow me whole. His tongue aggressively parts my lips and delves deep into my mouth, tasting of expensive liquor and raw, unfiltered dominance. He grinds his hips forward against mine, and I can feel the thick, rigid length of his hard cock pressing prominently against my stomach through his slacks. The heavy friction sends a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core. Time completely stops, and I fight the desperate urge to pull his hips even closer as we kiss.

When he finally pulls away, leaving me breathless, dizzy, and completely flushed, his large hand drops low to firmly squeeze my bare backside. His rough fingers smoothly slip under the hem of my scandalous, incredibly short dress, dangerously inching upward toward my bare flesh and the thin fabric covering my pussy. I hastily catch his large hand, my fingers firmly wrapping around his thick wrist before his fingers can explicitly slip inside my wetness right here in public.

"Come on then, I have a room upstairs," he tells me, his voice thick with unbridled lust. His glowing silver eyes momentarily flash dangerously as he glances down at my restraining hand.

Despite every ounce of my better judgment screaming at me to run for my life, Zyla's absolutely desperate, animalistic hunger urges me to blindly follow him. She is completely wild, whining loudly with the burning need to claim him and let him thoroughly fuck us. The very moment we step into the private VIP elevator and the heavy metal doors slide fully shut, isolating us from the thumping bass of the club, his restraint entirely snaps.

Kaelen violently pushes me hard against the cool metal wall. His lips crash hungrily against mine with ferocious desperation. A needy, whiny moan uncontrollably escapes my wet lips as his tongue thrusts deep into my mouth, claiming every inch as if trying to possess my soul. His large fingers brutally tangle deep in my hair, forcefully pulling it to tilt my head back, entirely exposing my throat to his predatory gaze.

His sharp canines purposefully graze the soft, pulsating skin of my neck, sending shockwaves of heat straight down to my clitoris. He stops exactly at the sensitive base of my throat, aggressively sucking and biting on the exact spot where his mating mark should permanently lie.

"Kaelen," I breathe heavily, my chest heaving as I writhe against the metal wall.

I firmly grip thick handfuls of his hair and forcefully tug his face away from my neck. For a split second, I meet his wolf's dark, terrifying, demonic black gaze. Pure, untamed possession radiates from those pitch-black eyes before his irises slowly shift back to a glowing, luminous silver. He smirks, running his tongue over his perfect teeth, looking entirely predatory as he presses closer.

"You can’t mark me," I whisper breathlessly. I am actively fighting Zyla's absolutely desperate, whimpering need to roll over, spread my legs wide, and wholly submit to his claiming bite. My wolf completely ignores the horrifying reality that my father will literally kill us both for committing such an ultimate betrayal.

Kaelen lets out a deep, chest-vibrating growl. He forcefully presses his massive, fully aroused body completely flush against mine until there is absolutely no room left to escape his hard, physical demand. His thick, hard erection grinds deliberately against my aching core, leaving absolutely no doubt about exactly what he intends to do to my body once we are behind closed doors.

"I’m not scared of your father, Lyra. I will be claiming you. You’re mine," he violently purrs. His large fingers tightly grip my jaw, turning my face and forcing my gaze to remain locked onto his.

"Mine in every way," he whispers, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin of my neck. "No one will dare take you from me, not even your father. And I will kill them if they try."

Telling him no is utterly useless, especially when my own traitorous wolf is entirely and fiercely on his side, practically begging for him to take us. Giving in to the overwhelming lust that is pooling heavy between my thighs, I explicitly slip my trembling hands directly beneath his tight shirt. My palms marvel at the hot, hard lines of his defined abdominal muscles stretching across his broad chest. I trace the rigid peaks of his abs, reveling in the scorching heat radiating off his skin as my own desire spirals out of control.

He purrs with deep satisfaction, leaning his heavy frame in closer. His rough tongue smoothly licks the sensitive skin of my collarbone, sending another violent shiver down my spine, just as the elevator loudly pings, signaling our arrival.

Groaning in sheer, frustrated annoyance at the mechanical interruption, Kaelen pulls back slightly. His glowing eyes sparkle with dark mischief and intense predatory intent. He tightly grips my hand, his long fingers lacing securely through mine, and forcefully tugs me out of the metal doors, marching me directly toward his private hotel room.