Fucking the Stranger

POV: Kaia

The wooden bedroom door creaks open to reveal a living nightmare. My breath vanishes from my lungs. My fated mate, Caleb, is tangled in the messy, sweat-soaked sheets of his bed. His hips are locked forward, his thick cock buried deep inside the dripping wet pussy of my identical twin sister, Nyla. The obscene, wet slapping sounds of their bodies colliding stop dead.

As the heavy door swings fully open, Caleb scrambles backward in sheer, pathetic panic. His eyes widen in absolute terror as he rips his cock out of her, scrambling against the wooden headboard like a cornered animal. Nyla does not flinch. She simply rolls her eyes, utterly unfazed by the fact that she is actively destroying my entire life. She shifts her weight on the mattress, casually pulling the rumpled white sheets up to cover her naked breasts. She looks at me with a bored expression, as if I am nothing more than a minor inconvenience interrupting her evening.

I grip the doorframe to keep my trembling legs from giving out beneath me. "How long has this repulsive affair been going on?"

Caleb stammers instantly, holding his hands up in a desperate plea. "Kaia, please. It is not what it looks like. I can explain everything to you. We just made a mistake."

Nyla lets out a loud, mocking scoff from the bed. "Why are you acting so upset right now? You were so focused on being the perfect future alpha of this pack that you neglected your own mate. What did you honestly expect him to do?"

The sheer audacity of her words shatters my heart into a million jagged pieces. The venom in her voice is a physical blow to my chest. I stare at the two of them, the heavy scent of their sex suffocating me, and the last shred of my sanity snaps.

I point a shaking finger toward the hallway, screaming at them at the top of my lungs. "Get out! Both of you, get out of my sight right now!"

Caleb scrambles off the bed, hastily grabbing his discarded pants from the floor. He practically trips over his own feet in his rush to escape my wrath. Nyla merely smirks, taking her time as she wraps a blanket around her naked body and saunters past me into the hallway. The moment their footsteps fade down the stairs, the adrenaline drains from my veins. I collapse onto the cold hardwood floor. My knees hit the wooden planks with a heavy thud. I curl into a tight ball, sobbing as a hopeless, agonizing void consumes my chest. I weep until my throat bleeds, mourning the total destruction of my future.

Seeking justice and punishment for this ultimate betrayal, I drag myself off the floor. I march straight out of Caleb’s house and head directly for my parents’ home. I barge into their private office without knocking. They are sitting behind their large oak desks, reviewing pack documents. I expect them to drop everything. I expect them to finally take my side, to comfort me, to banish Nyla for breaking the most sacred law of our kind. Instead, they deliver yet another devastating blow.

My father merely sighs, placing his pen down and crossing his arms over his chest. "Kaia, twins can share the same mate. It is not an uncommon occurrence in our history. Caleb sleeping with Nyla should not mean anything to you. You are overreacting to a natural wolf instinct."

I stare at him in utter disbelief. The cold dismissal in his voice makes my stomach churn. My mother stands up from her leather chair, instantly moving to defend my sister.

"Your sister is delicate, Kaia. She has needs, and her immune system has always been weak. You need to be far more understanding of her fragile condition instead of acting so selfishly." My mother speaks with a sickeningly sweet tone, painting Nyla as the eternal victim.

Frustration boils over into pure, unadulterated rage. I clench my fists at my sides, my fingernails biting hard into my palms. "Nyla secretly found her own fated mate and rejected him simply because he was not wealthy! She has been lying to you both, playing the victim while ruining my life out of pure greed!"

My father steps out from behind his desk, his face turning an angry shade of red. He points a harsh finger at my face, roaring in defense of his favorite child. "How dare you speak about your sister with such vicious lies? You are nothing but a jealous, spiteful villain trying to ruin her reputation!"

Tears of pure fury blur my vision. Realizing I will always be the evil twin in their blinded eyes, I turn on my heel and run. I sprint out of the pack house and throw myself into the driver’s seat of my car. I slam my foot on the gas pedal, speeding far past the Evermore pack territory borders. I drive blindly into the night, desperate to escape the suffocating betrayal closing in on my throat.

Hours later, I end up at a dimly lit hotel bar miles away from anything familiar. The air inside smells of stale smoke and cheap liquor. I slide into a booth in the darkest corner of the room, ordering glass after glass of harsh whiskey. I try to drown the agonizing pain of my severed mate bond in the burning alcohol. The liquor burns my raw throat, but it does nothing to fill the empty crater in my chest.

My brief peace is violently shattered when a familiar, unwanted scent hits my nose. Caleb approaches my table. He does not look apologetic. He looks arrogant, smug, and completely unremorseful. He stands over me, flashing a confident grin as if he has done absolutely nothing wrong.

"I do not see you with any other man, Kaia. Stop this childish nonsense right now so we can go home together." Caleb speaks down to me, reaching out to snake his arms around my waist.

Instead of turning the other cheek and submitting to his arrogant demands, I spin around and slap him across the face with everything I have. The sharp, cracking sound of my palm connecting with his cheek echoes loudly through the quiet bar. Caleb stumbles backward, clutching his reddened face in shock.

I stare directly into his widening eyes, standing tall. "I am not your property. I, Kaia Ashdown, reject you, Caleb Vance, as my mate. Please proceed to get the fuck out of my life."

The incredibly weak mate bond snaps inside my chest. It is not a devastating explosion of pain like the stories claim. It is a pathetic, dull snap, proving just how hollow our connection always was. Caleb drops his hand from his stinging cheek. He glares at me with pure venom, his ego bruised beyond repair.

"No man would ever want filth like you anyway. You will die alone." Caleb spits the words at my feet, his face twisting into an ugly sneer.

Determined to obliterate his arrogant delusion right here and now, my eyes sweep the crowded bar. My gaze lands on a solitary, breathtakingly handsome man sitting near the back wall. He has broad, muscular shoulders and a chiseled jawline bathed in the dim neon light. Without a second thought, I sway over to his table. I boldly perch myself directly on his thick thighs, straddling his lap. Before the stranger can even register my sudden presence, I frame his jaw with my hands and plant a desperate, needy kiss directly on his lips.

I hear Caleb let out a loud, furious growl from across the room. I keep my lips pressed against the stranger until the heavy, angry footsteps of my ex-mate storm out of the bar and fade into the night.

Once Caleb is gone, the adrenaline wears off. I scramble off the handsome stranger's lap, my cheeks burning with intense embarrassment. I smooth down my skirt, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I am so incredibly sorry for using you like that. I just needed to get that guy to leave me alone." I force the awkward apology past my lips, fully expecting him to yell at me or call security.

Instead of anger, his striking, ocean-blue eyes gleam with intense amusement. He leans back in his wooden chair, looking up at me like a predator observing a very interesting prey. An intoxicating scent of fresh pine and clove washes over me, heavy and thick in the air. My lungs expand, craving more of his scent. Before I can take a step back, he reaches out with a massive hand. He firmly grabs my waist, pulling me right back onto his lap with effortless strength.

"You will have to finish what you started." His voice drops into a dark, rumbling growl that vibrates against my chest.

My inner wolf violently purrs in absolute, wet delight. She practically claws at my chest, responding to this total stranger in a way she only ever would for a true fated mate. I look down into his predatory blue eyes, my breath catching in my throat. His lips crash into mine, completely erasing my pain and sorrow. The kiss is not a gentle exploration. It is an explosive hunger. He parts my lips with his tongue, claiming my mouth with a raw, dominant force that sends liquid heat rushing straight between my thighs.

We stumble blindly out of the bar and down the carpeted hallway to his hotel room, consumed by a desperate, animalistic need. He kicks the heavy door shut behind us, trapping us in the dim room. He strips me bare within seconds, his large, calloused hands exploring every inch of my trembling body. I rip his shirt over his head, my nails digging into the hard, granite-like muscles of his back. He pushes me back onto the plush mattress, his heavy body following me down.

He positions himself between my spread legs. His thick, hard cock brushes against my wet, aching pussy. He hooks his hands under my knees, preparing to push himself inside of me. But suddenly, his entire body freezes. His ocean-blue eyes go wide with sudden realization as he feels the tight, unbroken barrier of my body.

"A virgin?" He gasps the word, his jaw clenching as he tries to pull his hips away out of pure shock.

I writhe beneath his heavy frame, my pussy dripping wet and aching for friction. The thought of him stopping now brings tears of frustration to my eyes. I reach down between our bodies, wrapping my hand around the base of his thick shaft.

"Please, do not stop now. I need you." I moan the desperate plea into the quiet room.

I shamelessly arch my back, rubbing my swollen clitoris directly against the tip of his hard cock. The wet, slick friction forces a dark, guttural groan from his chest. I grind my hips upward again, begging for him to take away the pain of the day. The intense, needy friction snaps his iron restraint completely. His blue eyes darken to a midnight shade of pure lust.

"Mine." He growls deeply, his voice echoing with primal dominance.

He grabs my hips in a bruising grip, holding me in place. With one brutal, downward thrust of his hips, he drives his thick cock deep into my tight pussy. He tears through my barrier in a single, fluid motion, claiming my virginity and my body in absolutely every way. A sharp gasp leaves my lips, quickly replaced by a breathless moan as he stretches me open completely. He does not give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams his pelvis forward, relentlessly pounding into my wet pussy. The loud, wet sound of our flesh slapping together fills the hotel room. He drives his cock to the hilt with every single thrust, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside of me that makes my vision go white. I dig my nails into his broad shoulders, screaming in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as the pleasure builds in my core. He fucks me with a wild, feral desperation, claiming every inch of my flesh until my body shatters in a violent, weeping climax around his hard cock.

The next morning, I wake up with a splitting headache. The sunlight streams through the hotel curtains, piercing my tired eyes. Blurry, incredibly explicit memories of riding his thick cock, my breasts bouncing as I cried out in pleasure, flood my waking mind. I swallow hard, feeling the soreness between my thighs. I turn my head on the soft pillow and see the massive, gorgeous stranger sleeping soundly beside me. The sheets are tangled around his waist, exposing his heavily muscled chest and the faint scratch marks my nails left on his skin. My face burns crimson with intense, suffocating embarrassment. I clutch the white bedsheet to my chest, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I have just lost my virginity to a total stranger.