A Virgin's Release

Sienna's POV

My heart hammered a frantic, deafening beat against my ribs as Roman Lockwood led me out of the club and stepped into the mirrored elevator of the Apollo Hotel. The ride up to the penthouse felt like stepping into an alternate reality. The air between us crackled with a raw, electric tension that made the hair on my arms stand up. Every breath I took seemed to draw in the heavy, dominant aura rolling off his massive frame.

I glanced at our reflection in the polished glass. He stood close, his sharp, calculating gaze tracking over my form. I felt distinctly like vulnerable prey being sized up by a lethal apex predator. It should have terrified me. Instead, the dark look in his eyes sent a delicious, contradictory shiver cascading straight down my spine. The liquor buzzing in my veins only amplified the dangerous thrill.

The doors chimed and slid open, revealing a sprawling, opulent suite bathed in dim, ambient light. I walked in, my legs feeling a little unsteady on the plush carpet. The heavy thud of the door locking behind us sealed me inside his territory.

Roman didn't rush. He stood in the center of the room and slowly shrugged off his tailored suit jacket, tossing it onto a nearby leather chair. The casual, fluid movement pulled his crisp white shirt tight across his broad chest, highlighting the massive, rippling muscles shifting beneath the fabric. Every line of his body screamed power.

"You can change your mind," he offered. His deep voice resonated through the quiet room, unexpectedly gentle. It was a stark contrast to his intimidating, towering stature.

I turned to face him. My blood hummed with a desperate anticipation that easily drowned out any lingering hesitation or fear. "No," I whispered, holding his stare. "I don't want to change my mind."

He closed the distance between us with deliberate, predatory grace. His rich sandalwood scent wrapped around me, invading my senses and making my head spin. He stopped mere inches away, his large hands settling heavy and hot on my waist. His touch burned right through the thin fabric of my dress, branding my skin.

"Why me?" he rumbled, the deep vibration echoing in my own chest. "Is it because of who I am? Or do you just need any wolf tonight?"

The direct question pierced through my alcohol-fueled haze. Tears threatened to spill over my lashes as my chest tightened. The fresh, agonizing memory of Tristan's betrayal flared up in my mind, sharp and suffocating. It hurt to breathe.

"Because you're not Tristan Mercer," I confessed. The name tasted like ash on my tongue.

Roman froze instantly. The heavy heat radiating from him turned rigid. "Mercer? The wolf who's about to become Delta?"

Realizing I had said too much, panic spiked in my throat. I reached up, pressing my fingers to the hard, unyielding line of his jaw. "Please," I begged softly, desperate to stop him from asking more. "No talk of the past."

But the damage was already done. My careless words ignited his true nature. In a blur of motion, Roman shifted his weight and swiftly caged me against the cold wall of the suite. His immense body heat scorched my skin, pinning me in place.

"If you're using me to get back at him, I should know why," he demanded, his voice dropping into a lethal, guttural register.

"He betrayed me," I gasped. Pain and raw desire warred fiercely in my throat, choking my words. "The day before our wedding. Happy now?"

A reckless defiance surged through me. I tilted my head to the side, exposing my bare, unmarked neck to his piercing gaze. "See? I wasn't even worth completing the marking ceremony for."

That was the breaking point. Roman's iron control snapped in half.

He crushed his mouth against mine, kissing me with a rough, punishing heat. His lips parted mine forcefully, his tongue plunging in to taste me. When he pulled back for a fraction of a second to catch his breath, his eyes glowed with a primal, golden hunger.

"This is a mistake," he growled, his thumb swiping hard across my swollen lower lip, "but tonight I don't care."

We stumbled blindly toward the bedroom. Hands grabbed and tore at clothing in a frenzy of skin and fabric. My dress fell to the hardwood floor. His shirt was ripped open, buttons scattering into the shadows. We frantically shed every remaining barrier until we were completely naked, skin feverishly sliding against skin.

He pushed me back onto the massive bed. The cool sheets provided a stark contrast to the burning furnace of his body pressing me down. Every brush of his calloused hands sent jolts of electricity straight to my core. The hollow ache inside me screamed to be filled, making my hips rock upward seeking friction.

In a moment of blind, agonizing need, I tilted my neck up to his mouth. "Bite me," I begged, my voice breaking. "Mark me."

Roman hovered over me. A violent struggle played across his beautiful, hardened face. The golden wolf in his eyes fought a brutal battle against the man's logic. He clamped his jaw shut, flatly refusing my plea.

"Marking is sacred. Not a tool for revenge."

"Then don't hold back," I pleaded, reaching up to pull him down by his broad shoulders. "Make me forget."

Roman shifted, positioning his heavy frame between my parted thighs. He gripped my hips, aligning our bodies. With a single, forceful push, he drove his thick cock deep into my tight vagina.

The sudden, intense stretching pain tore a sharp gasp from my lips. My body instinctively arched, my nails digging fiercely into the hard muscles of his back as he filled me to the hilt.

Roman let out a deep, guttural growl of appreciation, his jaw clenched tight. His voice strained with overwhelming pleasure. "You're so tight, little doe. Your fiancé had poor taste, giving up a prize like you."

He gave me a second to adjust to his massive size before he started to move. He pulled his cock out until only the tip remained inside my pussy, then slammed back in, burying himself deep. He began to thrust his cock in and out of me, setting a relentless, driving rhythm. His hips pounded against mine with unyielding force.

The initial pain melted away under the wet friction. It was quickly replaced by a surging, intoxicating connection that amplified beyond all logical reason. With every thrust, every slide of flesh against flesh, the pleasure built higher. My legs wrapped around his waist, taking him in as deep as he could go. The sound of our slick bodies slapping together echoed in the dim room, mixing with our breathless moans.

The tension coiled tighter inside my belly until it finally shattered. Crashing waves of a powerful climax washed over me. I cried out, my inner walls clenching spasmodically around his pulsing cock.

The tightening of my vagina pushed Roman over the edge. His golden eyes flared wild. I felt his hot breath graze my exposed neck, his wolf desperately wanting to claim. Instead, he jerked his head back and bit down brutally hard on his own wrist to stop his wolf from instinctively marking me. Blood welled up beneath his teeth as he pumped his hot seed deep inside my core, shuddering against me.

Even without the physical bite, something shifted in the air. As our breaths mingled in the aftermath, an intangible, terrifying mate bond invisibly formed between us, tying our souls together in the heat of our shared release.

***

The morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warming my delightfully aching body. I woke up slowly, blinking against the brightness. A dull throb between my thighs served as a stark reminder of the wild, uninhibited night.

I turned my head. My eyes fell on Roman sleeping beside me. The sheet was tangled around his waist, leaving his torso bare. I froze, my gaze locking onto the angry red scratch marks deeply embedded in his perfect, muscular back. I had left those marks when the pleasure became too much to handle.

A fierce blush burned my cheeks as vivid, explicit memories flooded my mind. His heavy thrusts, the way his thick cock stretched me open, my loud moans echoing in his ear. Panic and embarrassment hit me all at once. I grabbed the edge of the crisp white hotel sheets and quickly pulled them up to my chest, securely covering my naked breasts.

"I thought you were still asleep," I murmured, my voice raspy.

Roman didn't startle. He rolled over lazily, the muscles in his chest flexing with the movement. His piercing blue eyes were awake and sharp, traveling over my bare, flushed shoulders with unmistakable hunger.

"Werewolf hearing," he stated, his morning voice a low, gravelly hum. "Your accelerated heartbeat would wake the dead."

I swallowed hard, trying to break eye contact. The sheer magnetism of his stare was suffocating. "Well... I should probably go," I deflected. My face burned with immense heat, wishing the luxury mattress would just swallow me whole.

Roman pushed himself up on one elbow. As I shifted to create some distance, the sheet moved with me.

His sharp gaze dropped to the center of the bed. I followed his line of sight, my stomach dropping. There, smeared against the pristine white fabric beneath where my hips had been, were dark bloodstained sheets.

Silence stretched through the room. His nostrils flared slightly, scenting the metallic evidence of my torn hymen. His head snapped back up to me. A profound hint of shock and realization flashed in his icy blue eyes, erasing his confident, predatory smirk.

"So last night..." he paused, his gaze boring into mine. "Was your first time?"