Rebecca’s POV
I stared down at him.
I knew exactly what I wanted—I wanted his heart, his love, and his soul.
I knew he wouldn’t give me those things right now.
But if I couldn’t have him, I could at least take something else to survive the night.
”I want to feel you,” I whispered, my eyes burning with fresh tears.
“For just five minutes, Enzo.
Not sex.
I swear, not sex.
Just let me feel you.
Please…”
Enzo looked at my desperate face, his chest heaving as his wolf battled with his self-control.
Finally, he let out a long, ragged sigh and glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand.
”Fine,” he growled softly, his eyes locking back onto mine with a dark, heavy heat.
“Your five minutes starts right now.”
I didn’t hesitate for a single second.
I leaned down and captured his lips again, throwing myself into the kiss.
He groaned deep in his throat, kissing me back with a fierce, hungry intensity that made my body catch fire.
While our lips were fused together, my hand slid down between our bodies.
I reached for the metal tab of his zipper.
With a sharp, decisive tug, I unzipped his jeans.
The moment the heavy denim parted, his thick, rock-hard cock—which had already been pressing aggressively against my thigh—sprang forward, hot and leaking with pre-cum.
I broke the kiss, gasping for air as I stood up slightly on his thighs.
Without breaking eye contact, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down my legs, tossing the fabric onto the floor.
Enzo’s breath hitched, his green eyes dropping to my bare, soaking wet center.
“Rebecca…
what the hell are you doing?” he warned, his voice shaking.
“We agreed.
No sex.”
”Relax,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire as I lowered myself back down, positioning my body over his.
“We aren’t having sex.
I’m keeping my promise.”
Enzo swallowed hard, his large hands gripping my hips so tightly.
He checked the clock again, his jaw clenching wildly.
“Three minutes more, Becca.
That’s all you have left.”
I didn’t care about the time.
I lifted myself up slightly, my hand reaching down to grasp the thick, burning length of his shaft.
My fingers trembled from the sheer size and heat of him.
Guiding him carefully, I lowered my hips back down, placing the blazing-hot head of his cock directly against my wet, aching entrance.
I didn’t push him inside me.
Instead, I just let him rest right there against my bare skin, skin-on-skin, letting the slick wetness of my pussy coat his tip as I prepared to ride.
I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath as I began to move, sliding my wet, bare pussy slowly up and down against his solid cock.
I didn’t push him inside me.
I kept my promise, but the agonizing friction of his thick, throbbing shaft grinding directly against my sensitive center was almost too much to bear.
Every slide sent a blinding wave of electricity straight to my brain.
I leaned down and buried my face in his neck, biting his shoulder softly as a needy moan escaped my lips.
“Enzo…
oh god, Enzo.”
”Two minutes, Becca,” he choked out, his voice completely wrecked.
He was trying so hard to stay in control, but his wolf was entirely losing the battle.
With a dark, feral growl, Enzo’s massive hands flew down to my waist.
He didn’t push me away.
Instead, his thick fingers hooked under the hem of my oversized sleeping shirt, bunching the fabric up until it was bunched around my chest, leaving my lower body completely naked to his touch.
His large palms clamped tightly over my bare ass cheeks, his fingers digging deep into my soft flesh.
The heat of his skin against mine was intoxicating.
He didn’t just hold me.
He took control of the rhythm.
Enzo thrust his heavy pelvis upward, forcing the thick, scorching head of his cock to mash hard against my dripping clit.
At the exact same moment, his hand swung back and brought his palm down with a sharp, heavy smack right across my bare ass cheek.
Slap!
“Ah!” I screamed out, a loud, shameless moan ripping from my throat.
The stinging heat of the spank mixed with the intense physical pleasure of his cock grinding against my wet lips, making my head toss back against his shoulder.
My core throbbed violently, dripping slick fluids all down his thick shaft, coating him completely.
Hearing my broken moan was the final straw for him.
Enzo’s green eyes completely disappeared, replaced by the blazing, dominant gold of his wolf.
He didn’t waste another second.
He grabbed both of my bare ass cheeks, lifting my hips up slightly before slamming me back down against his hard length, over and over in a fast, punishing rhythm.
Slap!
He spanked my other cheek, the rough skin of his palm leaving a burning mark that made my toes curl.
”Look at me, Becca,” he ordered, his voice raw, shaking, and completely consumed by me.
“Look at what you’re doing to me.”
I opened my blurry, heavy eyes and looked down at him.
His face was flushed, his jaw ticking wildly, and his dark chest was heaving up and down, covered in a slick layer of sweat.
He looked completely ruined, completely driven insane by the sheer friction of my naked body riding against his.
I leaned down, sealing our lips together for another deep, messy kiss.
He met my tongue instantly, devouring my mouth with a wild, possessive hunger.
I arched my back, wrapping my legs even tighter around his thick waist, riding him harder, faster, letting the squelching sound of our wet skin rubbing together fill the quiet room.
He kept his hands locked on my ass, squeezing and spanking me in time with the angry, desperate pace of his hips.
Every single slide felt like pure fire.
My walls were throbbing so hard, aching and begging for him to just push past the barrier and fill the empty space inside me.
I was riding the very edge of an explosive climax, entirely driven by his size and heat.
Suddenly, Enzo let out a loud, animalistic groan against my mouth.
His entire body went rigid beneath me, his muscles locking tight as solid rock.
He squeezed my hips with a bruising grip, pinning my core hard against the base of his thick shaft as his body violently shuddered.
He was cumming, spilling his hot seed entirely inside his unzipped jeans, his thick cock pulsing heavily right against my soaking wet entrance.
I collapsed against his broad, sweat-slicked chest, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
My heart was hammering erratically against his ribs, and the room felt heavy with the thick, suffocating scent of our shared arousal.
If just riding the length of him through pure friction felt this blindingly good, I wondered with a sudden, desperate ache what it would actually feel like if he finally took me.
If he truly pushed inside and filled the empty space that was currently throbbing for him.
God, I wanted this man.
Inside my head, my wolf was howling with impatience, scratching at the walls of my mind.
She wanted him just as badly as I did.
We were practically begging for him to claim us.
”Rebecca,” Enzo’s deep voice suddenly broke the silence, vibrating roughly against my cheek.
He was still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling beneath me as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Your five minutes are way over.”
The cold reality of his words hit me like a splash of ice water.
The magical bubble snapped, leaving me feeling suddenly small, exposed, and deeply embarrassed.
A heavy wave of shame washed over my heated skin.
I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat and looked up at him, my voice trembling.
“Enzo…
if I tell you I am innocent of what Clara accused, would you believe me?”
Enzo’s jaw clenched tightly.
He didn’t look at me, his gaze remaining fixed on the dark ceiling as his cold Alpha mask slammed right back into place.
“No.”
The single word cut through me like a physical blade.
I nodded slowly, a numb feeling spreading through my chest.
I didn’t even have the strength to argue or explain myself anymore.
In their eyes—in his eyes—I was always going to be the rebellious, deceptive daughter of Alpha Morriston.
Nothing I said would ever change that.
Slowly, I unwrapped my legs from his thick waist and got off his lap.
My knees were shaking so badly I could barely stand on the plush rug.
I looked down at the floor, spotted my discarded lace underwear, and picked it up with a trembling hand.
I didn’t even bother to put it back on.
I just clutched it tightly against my side, completely defeated, and turned toward the heavy double doors to leave.
But as I took my first shaky step, the lingering effects of the heavy alcohol, the exhausting nightmare, and the sudden drop in my adrenaline caught up to me all at once.
The room tilted violently.
My vision went completely black at the edges, and my legs entirely gave out beneath me.
”Rebecca!”
Before my body could slam into the hard, tiled floor, a pair of massive, iron-tight arms caught me from behind.
Enzo moved with blinding Alpha speed, scooping me up effortlessly into his embrace before I could hit the ground.
I let out a weak gasp, my head rolling back against his shoulder as the dizziness swirled behind my closed eyelids.
I was too weak, too exhausted to even push him away.
Enzo let out a low, frustrated rumble deep in his chest, but his grip on me was fiercely protective.
He looked down at my pale, shivering face.
”Forget it,” he growled softly, his voice rough with a strange mixture of anger and deep, hidden worry.
He turned around, carrying me straight back toward his massive king-sized bed.
“You can barely keep your eyes open, and you expect me to let you stumble across the dark courtyard like this?
Move over to the bed and sleep, Rebecca.
You’re staying here tonight.”