Fucking Vanya Under The Stairs

Evander hated everything about this mansion right now. He tugged at the restrictive, heavily starched collar of his fitted black tuxedo, feeling as though the expensive fabric was slowly strangling the life right out of him. For five agonizing years, he had subjected himself to these tedious, suffocating annual mating balls. Five long years of parading himself in front of stuck-up, spoiled little girls who batted their heavily mascaraed eyelashes at him, all hoping to land the Alpha of the Ironbark Pack. And for five years, he had walked away empty-handed. Not finding his fated mate wasn’t a disappointment to him; it was a profound relief. He actively dreaded the prospect. He didn't want a destined mate forced upon him by the whimsical, arbitrary plans of the Moon Goddess.

He had almost refused to attend tonight. He would have stayed home, comfortably dressed in his faded blue jeans, drinking a cold beer. But Elysia, his fiercely stubborn twin sister, had relentlessly pleaded with him. Elysia was just as exhausted by the endless search for her own mate, ready to throw in the towel just like he was, yet she begged him for one last try. He would do almost anything for his twin. This party, however, was severely pushing his limit. So, he had tied his dark brown hair back at the nape of his neck at her strict insistence—she claimed he looked far too wild with it left undone—and donned this bloody suit. He did it for his sister, and for the nagging, persistent thought of his pack elders who demanded he find the pack’s Luna.

He already had his chosen partner. Vanya. His mistress, his very first lover, and the only woman he intended to keep. As far as Evander was concerned, she was his ideal mate. He fully planned to make her his Luna, regardless of whether tonight was a bust or not. Even if the Moon Goddess dropped his fated mate right into his lap tonight, Vanya would remain by his side as his true partner. Having a destined mate wouldn't change his feelings one bit. He loved Vanya. He wanted things to stay exactly the way they were between them.

Sighing heavily, Evander adjusted his dark cuffs and glanced at Elysia walking beside him toward the grand entrance. She wore a knee-length, pale blue dress that clung tightly to her figure, far less conservative than her usual attire. She had declared she was pulling out all the stops and showing off her goods, hoping that if she didn't find her fated mate tonight, she would at least get lucky with a random wolf. He had cringed deeply at that thought, but he went along with her, knowing better than to argue when she refused to budge from her plan.

"Okay, Evvie, let's get in there and see what will happen," Elysia said, linking her arm through his.

He ground his teeth together. He despised that nickname. Anyone else in the pack who dared utter it had quickly learned their lesson through bloody violence. Ever since he took over the Alpha position from his father five years ago, he had ruthlessly solidified his absolute power. He and Elysia made a lethal team; she managed the pack's sprawling business empire while he ruled the wolves with an iron fist. Together, they had transformed Ironbark into one of the wealthiest and strongest packs on the entire West Coast, and he intended to keep it that way.

Evander escorted her through the towering double doors of the ballroom. The sheer wall of noise and scent hit him like a physical blow. The massive space was choked with heavy, overpowering perfumes, thick colognes, and the desperate, cloying pheromones of over-eager she-wolves. His stomach churned violently. He wanted to pivot on his heel and walk right back out to his car. Feeling him hesitate at the threshold, Elysia sharply stomped her heel onto his foot. He grunted, and she forcefully yanked him deeper into the crowded, sweating den of wolves.

Evander let Elysia drag him around the perimeter of the massive dance floor. He forced tight, polite smiles and engaged in utterly pointless conversations with visiting dignitaries and hopeful females whose names completely vanished from his mind the second they stopped talking. But as the heavy grandfather clock in the corner ticked closer to midnight, a strange, creeping agitation began to build in his veins.

Deep inside his mind, his wolf, Torin, was pacing frantically. The massive beast marched in tight, agitated circles, kicking up mental dirt and growling low in his chest. Evander tried to push the wolf down, but Torin’s restlessness only intensified. There was an undeniable, heavy shift in the atmosphere of the room that Evander could not pinpoint. Something was terribly off tonight. Torin could sense it, and the disconnect between man and wolf made Evander’s skin crawl with intense irritation. He had another thirty minutes until midnight. Thirty more minutes of Torin doing endless laps inside his skull. Just great.

Needing a desperate reprieve from the suffocating heat and the endless chatter, Evander excused himself from his sister’s side. He slipped through a set of heavy glass doors and stepped out onto the dimly lit stone terrace outside the ballroom. The cool night air was a massive relief against his heated skin. He reached into his tuxedo jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. The screen lit up, displaying three missed calls from Vanya.

A dark grimace touched his lips. She was undoubtedly waiting for him to give up on this ridiculous party and come back home to her. He could easily picture her sprawled out completely naked in their large bed, waiting for his hands. For a brief second, he frowned and wondered what a mess it would be if he actually found a fated mate tonight and brought her back to that house. He knew with absolute certainty that he would never give Vanya up. He also knew any fated mate would likely not accept his mistress. The thought of keeping both women in his bed flashed through his mind, and the arrogant fantasy made his cock stir heavily against the zipper of his trousers.

Before he could pocket his phone, a pair of soft hands suddenly slipped around his waist from behind. Slender fingers slid up his chest, gripping the lapels of his jacket. The heavy, intoxicating, unmistakable scent of vanilla and dark musk hit his nose.

Evander didn't even hesitate. He knew instantly who it was. He spun around, grabbing her by the waist, and crushed his mouth down onto hers. Vanya immediately molded her perfectly sculpted body against his hard lines, meeting his desperate kiss with a ravenous, open-mouthed hunger of her own. Her wet tongue slid past his lips, hot and demanding. Evander gripped her hips tightly. They devoured each other in the shadows of the terrace, completely lost in the aggressive, wet friction of their mouths for what felt like hours.

A loud, sharp clearing of a throat shattered the intense moment.

Evander broke the kiss, keeping one arm securely wrapped around Vanya's waist as he looked over her shoulder. Elysia stood a few feet away on the terrace, her arms crossed tight over her chest, her heel tapping furiously against the stone floor. Pure, unadulterated disgust radiated from her features.

"If you are going to have sex with your whore, at least do it in privacy and not out here where anyone will see," Elysia spat, her voice laced with venomous anger. "Have a little respect for others and your potential mate."

Before Evander could snap a reprimand, Elysia spun on her heel and stomped aggressively back into the crowded ballroom, letting the glass door slam shut behind her.

Evander exhaled a harsh breath. His sister had never liked Vanya. In fact, almost no one in the upper ranks of the Ironbark Pack did. He dealt with the complaints on a weekly basis during his strategy meetings with his Beta, Garrick, and his Gamma, Corbin. His two highest-ranking officers utterly despised the woman standing in his arms. Both men had explicitly claimed that Vanya had tried to seduce them in the past. Garrick constantly told Evander that he had blinders on for his first love, unable to see her true nature. Corbin had been far less diplomatic. Corbin already had a mate, yet he stated flatly that Vanya had crawled into his bed when he was alone and actively tried to fuck him.

Evander had been furious at the accusations. He stubbornly dismissed their warnings, refusing to believe that his closest friends would lie like that about the woman he loved. He convinced himself they were just making up vile stories to force him to toss Vanya aside and focus on the traditional path of finding a true mate. He saw their point about wanting a Luna, but he stubbornly refused to acknowledge their lies. Vanya was his. She belonged to him, and he would keep it exactly that way.

Evander reluctantly loosened his grip on Vanya and took a deliberate step back. "What are you doing here, Vanya? Not that I mind seeing you, but you agreed to stay home tonight and not join us to find your mate."

Vanya looked up at him, her kiss-swollen lips jutting out in a deep pout. But as she processed his question, her dark brown eyes flared with intense, sudden fury. Without a second of warning, she raised her hand and cracked it violently across his face.

The sharp slap echoed across the empty terrace. Evander’s head jerked to the side, his cheek stinging from the brutal impact.

"I am here to show that mate of yours that she will not have all of you!" Vanya practically yelled at him, her chest heaving with rage. "I am here to show her that you belong to me!"

Evander slowly turned his face back to her, a dark, primal heat igniting in his gut. Vanya was dressed in a skin-tight, black leather dress that ruthlessly weaponized every single one of her sexy curves. The leather clung desperately to her hips and waist, pushing her large, full breasts so high up that they were practically spilling over the plunging bodice. Her dark blonde hair was swept up into tight curls and pinned securely around her head, leaving her long neck completely bare—exactly the way he liked it. She stood there, glaring at him with pure, aggressive territorial jealousy, and Evander’s cock immediately surged, hardening with thick lust.

"I know that I belong to you, baby," Evander murmured in a low, rough tone, stepping into her space and firmly cupping her soft cheek. "She will know too, if I ever actually find her. You will be my Luna in every way that counts. We have talked about this already, my love."

Inside his mind, Torin let out a series of vicious, angry growls. The massive wolf snapped his jaws, violently rejecting Vanya’s presence. Torin despised Vanya and her wolf. The beast wanted his true, fated mate and was growing increasingly frustrated and hostile toward Evander’s stubborn refusal to let the mistress go.

Evander ruthlessly ignored the furious wolf. He didn't care what Torin wanted. Vanya was his first lover, and he would always keep her with him. They had already discussed their contingency plans. Vanya had promised she would immediately reject her fated mate if she ever found him. Evander knew he couldn't legally reject his, because his pack strictly needed a Luna, and the pack elders had already threatened severe action if he ever tried to officially make Vanya the Luna. So, he continued to come to these damn balls. Five years of division in his mind. His wolf longed for the mate, while his body and heart hoped he never found her. Damn the Moon Goddess for making it so difficult.

"Yes, but I want to be here to see you break her," Vanya said, practically growling the words. "I want to see her face knowing that she will be nothing to you. Just a fake mate. Never your Luna."

Evander smiled, his thumb stroking her jawbone. "Look, babe, you know why I have to be here, and you know that I do not want to be. Please ease up, okay? Nothing between us is going to change."

"That bitch will know who is in charge, and it will not be her!" Vanya aggressively poked her sharp, manicured finger hard into his chest, continuing to glare. "I will make her know who will be in your bed every single night. Me! Not her!"

"You know I will have to bed her eventually," Evander said, maintaining deep, intense eye contact. "My mother will want an heir, and she will not relent. The elders will demand a traditional mating ceremony. Proof that we are fully a mated pair. I will try to do what I can for that not to happen, but it is tradition." He cupped her cheek tighter. "You are my heart. Mate or not, nothing will change that. However, she will be my mate in title only. I promise you, I will never love her. I will never choose her."

Vanya pushed her lips out in a defiant, stubborn pout. "You better not!"

Looking at her standing there in that dangerously short leather skirt, her eyes full of dark jealousy and her breasts heaving, Evander felt a thick, blinding haze of animalistic lust completely override his logic. He checked his watch. He had exactly fifteen minutes until the clock struck midnight.

It wasn't enough time for anything good, but he was going to make every single second of it totally worth it.

Evander grabbed her firmly by the arm, his grip bruising. He didn't say another word as he dragged her off the terrace and back into the noisy mansion. He avoided the main ballroom, hauling her down a dimly lit side corridor, desperately looking for somewhere with a door that locked. After searching for a few minutes, he spotted a dark, secluded closet tucked neatly beneath the massive grand staircase. He twisted the knob, forcefully shoved Vanya inside the cramped space, and stepped in after her, pulling the heavy wooden door shut with a solid click.

This would do just fine. Total darkness enveloped them. Evander didn't care at all if anyone in the crowded mansion outside found them.

As soon as the door was closed, he swept his arm out, knocking a row of hanging coats aside. He grabbed Vanya by the waist and shoved her forcefully against the hard back wall of the closet. He grabbed her jaw, lifting her face up, and crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal, punishing kiss.

Vanya whined eagerly against his lips. Her hands dropped immediately to his waist. She quickly made work of his leather belt. She popped the metal button of his trousers and yanked down his heavy zipper. She reached directly into his pants, her bare hand pulling his long, hard cock completely out of his trousers. She stroked the thick shaft, her fingers slicking over the weeping tip.

Evander let out a deep, ragged groan, but he abruptly stopped her hand. He couldn't take a slow build-up. The primal lust roaring through his veins demanded immediate friction. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her roughly around, pressing her chest and face flat against the wall of the closet.

He grabbed the hem of her barely legal, skin-tight leather skirt and hiked it up over her hips. A surge of raw satisfaction hit him when he saw she was completely bare underneath. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her round, pale ass was exposed and presented perfectly to him.

Vanya spread her legs wide, angling her ass backward for him. She was more than ready.

Evander gripped her hips like a vise. He happily obliged. Driven by pure, unfiltered sexual aggression, he aligned the thick head of his cock with her slick, dripping pussy and thrust his hips forward with brutal force.

He rammed his rigid cock deep inside her bare pussy in one violent, continuous stroke, burying himself all the way to the base of his shaft.

Vanya let out a loud, breathless gasp, her fingernails digging deep into the wooden paneling of the wall. She was incredibly tight, slick with her own heavy arousal, taking every single inch of him.

Evander pulled his hips back, the wet friction making him grit his teeth, and then he slammed his cock back into her wet pussy. The loud, wet slapping sound of his pelvis hitting her bare ass echoed in the tiny closet. He thrust hard and fast, his breath coming in ragged, heavy pants. He didn't give a damn about the noise. He didn't care if the entire party outside could hear the explicit, heavy fucking happening right under the stairs.

He pumped his cock in and out of her tight pussy with rapid, mechanical savagery. The thick haze of mindless lust completely consumed him. Every time he buried his hard cock deep inside her wet hole, Vanya let out a high-pitched moan, grinding her ass backward to take him even deeper. The intense arousal completely wiped his mind blank. He didn't think about his sister, his pack, or the Beta who hated the woman he was currently raw-dogging.

Most importantly, as he slammed his cock relentlessly into her wet pussy, Evander entirely lost himself in the explicit act, completely oblivious to the impending midnight strike.