Feral Desire in the Sky

ROWAN’S POV

The words hung in the stale, recycled air of the tiny airplane bathroom. I stared at the devastatingly handsome man standing inches away. My chest heaved. Vesper scratched furiously against the walls of my mind. My inner wolf craved the touch of this stranger. She howled for his hands to erase the festering wounds of Trent’s cruelty. We did not know him. We did not know his name. Yet the thrum of raw desire drowned out every shred of logic. I needed him to touch me. I needed him to claim me.

He raised a dark eyebrow. A wicked, amused smirk played on his chiseled face. The harsh fluorescent light caught the sharp angles of his jaw.

“Is that really what you want?” His voice dropped an octave, the rough timbre scraping against my nerves like physical friction.

I nodded, swallowing hard. A rush of heat flooded my veins, pooling heavy and thick between my thighs. This was reckless. This was insane. I could not suppress the overwhelming need to feel wanted. I refused to feel worthless anymore. Trent’s mocking voice echoed in my skull. I saw Carter’s cruel sneer. I saw the image of my husband on his knees for someone else. Pain and betrayal fueled my fire. If Trent could fuck whoever he wanted, so could I.

He took a slow step backward. His dark expression cooled into something bored. The burning connection flickered out in an instant.

“As tempting as that sounds, I have other business to attend to.”

The words struck me like a physical blow. A hot wave of humiliation burned my throat. I blinked, staring at his retreating shoulder. He was rejecting me. Of course a handsome stranger did not want me. Trent was right all along. I was desperate. I was pathetic. I was nothing.

No. I refused to be nothing.

Wild instinct surged through my veins. Vesper took the reins. I lunged forward and grabbed his solid forearm as he turned toward the cramped door. I yanked his body back around. I abandoned propriety, consequences, and basic sanity. I stood on my toes, grabbed his collar, and crashed my lips against his mouth.

His lips felt sinfully soft against mine. The sudden contact sent a bolt of liquid heat straight toward my pussy. For one agonizing second, he stood rigid as stone. Panic clawed at my throat. I had made a massive mistake. He truly found me repulsive.

Then a deep, guttural growl vibrated through his chest.

The animalistic sound buzzed against my lips. His massive hands slammed against the plastic walls on either side of my head. The impact shook the small cabin wall. He caged me in, blocking my escape. He kissed me back with punishing hunger. He parted my lips with his tongue, tasting me, devouring me. The sheer force of his kiss made my knees buckle. We engaged in a fierce, wet dance of tongues and teeth. I clung to his broad shoulders. I wanted to disappear into this brutal claiming.

His rough hands released the wall and seized my body. He gripped my waist, squeezed my hips, and kneaded my ass. Each point of contact sent electric shocks racing down my spine. The sensation bordered on madness. My marriage to Trent had starved me of genuine affection, but this raw lust overwhelmed every defense I possessed.

He shoved me backward. My spine hit the wall behind the narrow toilet. He pinned both of my wrists above my head with one massive hand. His towering frame pressed flush against mine. I felt every inch of his hard, sculpted muscles. The thick, rigid length of his cock strained against the fabric of his dark trousers. It pressed firm and undeniable against my lower stomach.

His hot breath grazed my skin. He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline and down my throat. He clamped his teeth over my racing pulse point. He bit down hard enough to draw a sharp cry from my lips. The exquisite blend of pleasure and pain forced me to arch my spine. I offered myself to him without an ounce of shame.

“Such pretty sounds. I wonder what other noises I can make you make.” He rasped against my damp skin.

His free hand slid up my thigh. He pushed the hem of my dress up into bunches around my waist. The agonizingly slow ascent of his rough palm made my body tremble. He mapped the curve of my hip and the softness of my inner thigh. My lace panties were soaked through with slick arousal. His heavy fingers finally brushed the wet fabric. I gasped, my chest bowing outward.

“Fuck. You’re dripping wet already. Are you this desperate to get fucked by me? By a stranger?” He breathed the harsh words against my ear, pressing the heel of his palm against my weeping core.

I moaned loud enough to be heard over the drone of the jet engines. I leaned into his heavy hand. I spread my thighs wider to give him better access. The obedient, perfect Omega wife died in that moment. I sought salvation in a stranger’s brutal touch.

“I want to hear you say it. If you want my cock inside you that badly, then beg for it. Convince me you deserve it.” His index finger traced the swollen hood of my clit in slow, torturous circles.

I bucked my hips, chasing the friction. My breath came in ragged, desperate pants.

He plunged two thick fingers deep inside my wet pussy.

I screamed. The sound tore from my throat as he curled his fingers upward. He fucked my tight core with rough, fast, devastating precision. My thighs shook. My entire body spasmed under the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure.

“Say it.” He commanded, his thumb stroking my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of my slick folds.

“Yes! Please fuck me! I need you to take me right here. Use me. Ruin me. I don’t care anymore. Just please—” I sobbed out the pathetic words, grinding my aching center against his relentless assault.

He let out a dark, rumbling chuckle. The deep vibration sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in my belly. He leaned closer. His lips brushed the shell of my ear.

“I never thought I would see the day where you would be such a naughty girl, Rowan.”

Ice water flooded my veins. My breath hitched. Vesper whimpered in the back of my mind. The overwhelming haze of lust vanished.

Wait. He knew my name.

I blinked against the dizzying remnants of pleasure. I pulled my face back just enough to study his sharp features. The cruel shape of his mouth. The devastating symmetry of his jaw. He looked familiar.

“What? How do you know my name?” My voice sounded broken and small.

A devious smirk curled the edges of his perfect mouth. Wicked, calculated intent radiated from his striking blue eyes.

“Do not tell me you do not recognize your Lycan King, Rowan darling. I certainly know about the beautiful mate of Alpha Trent Prescott.”

No.

Every drop of blood drained from my face. My stomach dropped into a bottomless abyss. The pieces clicked together with earth-shattering clarity.

King Vance Rostov.

I just kissed the most dangerous predator in our world. I just spread my legs for the Lycan King in a filthy airplane bathroom. He ruled both human billionaires and feral werewolf packs with a ruthless iron fist. Stories painted him as a merciless tyrant. Alphas who defied his orders vanished in the night. Whole packs disappeared beneath his wrath. He commanded supreme terror. He was Trent’s ultimate boss. He owned every patch of territory in North America.

And I just begged him to slide his cock into my pussy.

Pure mortification crushed my lungs. The scandal would shatter whatever fragile remnants of my life remained. If anyone discovered Alpha Trent’s discarded wife tried to seduce the King, my reputation would burn to ash.

I shoved my hands against his solid chest, fighting to break his cage. He did not budge an inch. Instead, he crowded closer. His thick fingers remained buried deep inside my pulsing channel. I let out an involuntary whimper as he shifted his hand.

“Do not stop the fun now. Why do you seem so frightened?” His wicked grin grew wider.

My mind shattered into chaos. I needed to run. I needed to submit. Vesper whined, torn between terror and primal omega obedience.

“No. No. No. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. This was a mistake. A huge mistake.” I shook my head wildly, trying to wedge up against the wall.

His handsome face darkened in a flash. His striking blue eyes bled out, replaced by a radiant, terrifying gold. His ancient, dominant wolf surged to the surface, drowning the cramped room in suffocating Alpha pressure. My false courage withered and died on the spot.

“It is too late for that. You begged me to fuck you, Rowan. You asked me to ruin you. That is exactly what I am going to do. Nothing less.” Vance snarled, baring his teeth.

“Wait—”

He grabbed my shoulders and spun my body around before another word escaped my lips. He shoved my upper half over the tiny bathroom sink. My palms slapped against the cold plastic counter to catch my weight. I gasped, staring into the bright mirror ahead of me. He gathered the soft fabric of my dress in one fist, yanking it all the way past my waist.

His large hand slid up the back of my thigh. He traced the swollen, slick folds of my sex. I dripped arousal down the inside of my legs despite my frantic verbal protests. Vesper obeyed the King, preparing my body for his brutal claim.

“Look at yourself. Look at how desperate you are for this. For me.” He barked the command, his golden eyes locking onto mine through the mirror's reflection.

I stared at the broken woman in the glass. My face burned crimson. My lips were bruised and swollen from his dominating kiss. My eyes conveyed glassy, feral need. I looked wrecked. I looked ruined. I looked exactly like the desperate slut he called me.

“This is your last chance to back out. Because once I am inside you, you belong to me until I decide we are done. Understand?” Vance released a low rumble, his thick fingers digging bruised craters into my curving hips.

I needed to scream for help. I needed to claw the door open. I needed to save myself from this monster.

Instead, I rolled my hips backward, grinding my soaked lace panties against the heavy bulge straining his pants.

Vance roared his vicious satisfaction. He grabbed the thin fabric of my underwear. He ripped the lace straight down the middle in one smooth, savage motion. The cool air brushed against my exposed pussy. He tossed the ruined shreds onto the dirty floor. I watched his reflection as he unzipped his pants and freed his massive, thick cock. It stood rigid and proud, dark veins pulsing along the heavy shaft.

He gripped my hips, aligned his head with my wet opening, and slammed deep inside me with one brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” The scream tore up my throat at the sudden invasion. He stretched my tight walls to the breaking point. His incredible girth rubbed against every sensitive nerve. He filled my empty core so thoroughly the sensation bordered on pure, agonizing pain.

He clamped a heavy hand across my mouth, swallowing the rest of my scream.

“Quiet. Unless you want everyone on this plane to know what a desperate little slut you are.” He ordered, his warm breath fanning the shell of my ear.

He pulled his thick cock out until only the blunt head remained inside. Then, he drove it deep again. He set a devastating, relentless rhythm. The plastic counter rattled beneath my palms. Each savage thrust shoved my upper body forward. My damp palms squeaked and slipped against the cold mirror glass as I desperately braced myself against his weight.

“Watch. Watch how good you look getting fucked properly.” He commanded, sliding his hand from my mouth to wrap his long fingers tight around my throat.

His grip possessed me. He owned my breath. I lifted my chin and met my own gaze in the mirror. I watched myself take the Lycan King. I watched my flushed face contort with blistering pleasure. My breasts bounced with the force of his impacts. My body surrendered to the raw, desperate claiming. I had never experienced this kind of primal, feral mating. The overwhelming friction burned through my veins. It felt so fucking good I thought I might burst into flames.

Vance maintained a ruthless pace. His cock pounded against my aching center, churning up white-hot sparks in my lower belly.

“When did someone last make you come?” He growled inches from my ear, his golden eyes burning into mine through the glass.

My brain felt like melted wax. Breathing became a supreme effort.

“I... I don’t remember.” I stammered, my chest heaving.

Vance froze. His body went rigid behind me. His massive cock remained buried to the hilt inside my pulsing walls. The expression staring back in the mirror shifted into unmasked, feral fury.

“You do not remember?”

“Trent never... he never could...” I sobbed the shameful confession, my tears blending with sweat.

Murderous intent flashed across his sharp face. He yanked his rigid cock out of my pussy in one swift motion. A pathetic, hollow whimper escaped my lips. I felt empty. I felt cold. The sudden loss ached down to my marrow.

Vance grabbed my waist and spun me around. He lifted my trembling body up and slammed me down onto the edge of the tiny counter. He dropped straight to his knees on the dirty floor. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled my legs wide apart.

“What are you—oh my God!”

He buried his face between my legs. His hot, wet tongue found my swollen clit and lashed against it with devastating precision. I screamed, biting down on my own fist to muffle the sound. He thrust two fingers back inside my wet pussy, curling them upward to strike the bundle of nerves that made my vision flood with blinding white light. I had never felt anything like this. Trent always called oral sex disgusting. Trent told me good Omegas never expected to be eaten out.

Vance devoured me. He sucked and flicked my swollen nub, drinking my slick juices like a starving beast. Tremors rocked my spine. My inner muscles clamped down tight around his fingers. My thighs squeezed against the sides of his head. The orgasm hit me with the force of a speeding train. I shook, crying out into my bruised knuckles as pure, concentrated bliss radiated through my limbs. I came harder than I ever had in my entire miserable life.

Vance gave my twitching body zero time to recover.

He stood up, towering over my writhing form. He positioned his hips between my trembling, spread thighs. He gripped my waist and sank his rigid cock deep inside my sensitive core once again. This time, his pace slowed. He dragged out every agonizing, heavy thrust, watching my ruined face as I took every inch of his thick length.

“Count.” He ordered, his deep voice leaving no room for denial.

“What?” I gasped, clutching his broad shoulders.

“Count how many times you come. Because you are going to remember exactly who gave you real pleasure for the first time.”

He punctuated the dark promise with a brutal, upward thrust. The blunt head of his cock slammed into the deepest part of my womb. Sparks erupted behind my closed eyelids. My overly sensitive flesh surged back toward another peak.

“One!” I gasped out, my fingernails digging half-moon crescents into his tailored suit jacket.

Vance smirked. He gripped my hips tighter and picked up the punishing pace, hammering his hard length into my wet heat.

“Two!” I screamed minutes later, my body bowing upward as another wave of shattering pleasure wrecked my senses.

I panted, my lungs burning, my mouth dry. Vance pumped in and out, a ruthless machine demanding total submission. My walls clamped down hard on his thick shaft.

“Three.” I rasped, my voice hoarse and broken as the third orgasm rippled through my exhausted muscles.

A loud, frantic pounding shook the thin bathroom door, snapping me out of the blinding haze.

“This is the flight attendant! You need to exit the bathroom immediately!” A sharp, muffled voice yelled from the aisle.

Shit.