Today was a special day for Harriett Spencer as she would finally meet her lover, whom she had not seen for six months. A blush crept across her cheeks as she admired her reflection in the mirror, a white lace mini-skirt clung around her waist, wondering how he would react.
'Jia, you are too excited. It feels my heart would escape my chest any time,' Harriett spoke to her wolf in her mind.
Holding on to the long overcoat, Harriett was ready for her first night.
She soon reached the grand foyer of the renowned Phoenix Gardens Hotel, at the same time Harriett felt a slight vibration from her pocket. It was a message from Myra, her stepsister.
"Harriett, make your way to room 507. There's a surprise waiting for you!" The message ended with a heart emoji, bringing a warm smile. Myra always loved giving her sweet surprises.
She made her way to the elevator with excitement.
Being the granddaughter of the prestigious Artistic Spencer Family, Harriett was supposed to marry the man her family would arrange. However, she didn't desire that. She wanted to pursue her happiness and the man she loved over any stupid marriage alliance, which could soon come her way.
That was why tonight Harriett wished to dedicate her first night to her boyfriend, Damon Wolfe.
Harriett's train of thought was abruptly interrupted by another notification on her phone, prompting her to check it hastily. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she discovered an unexpected email from Damon.
"Babe, come to room 3901."
Without hesitation, Harriett pressed the button for the 39th floor in the elevator. The ride was quick, and soon she stood outside room 3901. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she knocked on the door. To her surprise, the door was already slightly opened.
Pushing it cautiously, Harriett curiously peered inside, only to be swiftly pulled into the room by a pair of strong arms. The door closed behind her with a resounding thud.
"Damon!" Harriett exclaimed, catching a strong whiff of red wine on his breath.
Though the lighting was dim, Damon's face was unmistakable to recognise. He possessed the kind of striking, handsome features that seemed straight out of a fantasy novel—a "Greek God" incarnate, with sharp, captivating ocean-blue eyes and a demeanor that could flutter any woman's heart.
Damon blinked in a daze. The intoxicating scent that came off Harriett's body stirred his wolf awake, the way she called his name out, made his insides burn.
For Damon, it was unbearable to control and he roughly removed the overcoat Harriett had put on. Her sweet scent, which was a mix of roses and lavender, turned him on completely, his mind filled with only one thought―to claim Harriett's body.
He kissed Harriet and bit her soft lips with his slightly sharp fangs, sucking continuously. When his hand touched her from the bottom up, he lifted the short skirt.
'W… Wait…' Harriet was starting to panic. They both were seeing each other for the first time after six months of dating.
'Won't this be too soon?'
He buried his face in the crook of Harriett's neck, not able to control his urges anymore. He inhaled her scent, which was driving him wild. He bit her hard on the neck, his hold on her bare arms got firm.
Harriett hadn't anticipated his eagerness but she surrendered herself to his desires. As a virgin, she wasn't familiar with such sensations, which heightened her experience.
The moment his warm hands pulled her close by her waist, she moaned. Damon was sucking her skin, leaving the red marks behind.
Her shaky breaths soon turned into sweet moans of his name as her hands found their way to the nape of his neck, locking around it, the purse in her hand slipped to the floor.
They slowly moved away from the door to the wall. A shiver ran down her spine when her back met the cold surface.
Damon lifted his face, his eyes dark with desire, and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He teased and nibbled at her lips, coaxing them apart with a fervor that sent a thrill down Harriett's spine.
Harriett yielded to the intensity of the kiss, parting her soft, rosy lips to welcome Damon's tongue into her mouth. The taste of red wine lingered on her tongue, a heady mix that heightened the sensations coursing through her.
Their bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly as if they were made for each other.
'Fuck,' Damon's wolf growled with lust.
His hands trailed up the smooth expanse of her thighs, effortlessly lifting her into his strong arms.
When his hand touched the top of her thigh, 'Wet,' Damon's wolf instantly arched its back.
Harriett instinctively locked her legs around his torso, their kiss deepening into a passionate embrace.
"Hah!" Harriett gasped for air as Damon finally let go of her lips. She blinked in surprise, realizing they had moved to the sofa, where she now straddled him. Her lips were swollen, and her body pulsed with heat and desire.
Damon had stirred her senses completely; she could sense the primal longing within him, the intensity of his wolf's hunger evident in his gaze.
"Damon..." Harriett began, her voice a husky murmur.
"My wolf desires you," Damon whispered, his warm breath brushing against her lips as he lowered his head, his eyes drinking in the curves of her body with unbridled longing.
A blush crept on Harriett's cheeks. She brought her hand to his face to caress it while Damon moved his hand to one of her breasts.
Damon placed a kiss on her collarbone. She ended up moving on his lap, causing a low growl to escape his mouth.
He carried her up again, taking her straight to the bed. The moment her back met the soft mattress, she sunk into it.
Before she could take time to adjust to her surroundings amidst those sensations, she was being undressed.
Damon's wolf was turning impatient. She almost yelped, but her cries were suppressed when his lips met hers once more.
"Mine," Damon's wolf growled, his hand moving down to her most intimate area. Her back arched as she felt his fingers exploring her, waves of pleasure coursing through her stomach.
Harriett saw the stars, her mind turned hazy. Her entire nervousness had left and all she could hear were pleasurable moans coming out of her mouth.
Damon huskily said against her ear. He quickly freed himself from his clothes before connecting their bodies.
*****
The next morning, Harriett awoke to find Damon lying beside her. His lower half was draped in the soft embrace of the sheets, while his bare chest bore the delicate, albeit vivid, marks of their shared passion from the night before.
She couldn't help but smile tenderly as she traced the lines with her eyes, admiring his features in the quiet morning light. A faint blush crept up her cheeks when she recalled the incidents from last night.
"This morning is the deadline for the Baroque painting competition. I need to go," she muttered apologetically. Harriett had left the painting with Myra to give her some inspirational reference, and now she had to quickly get it back.
With a lingering kiss on Damon's lips, Harriett reluctantly pulled herself from the warmth of the bed. Her movements were swift yet graceful as she took a bath and got dressed.
Harriett looked at Damon for the last time before stepping out of the suite. The smile from her face hadn't faded yet when she remembered about room 507 in which Myra had kept the surprise for her.
As soon as Harriett arrived at room 507, she opened the door using the keycard that Myra had given her last day, and with a smile, she walked in.
"Ahhh!"
A woman's scream pierced through the air, followed by the glass shattering on the floor. Harriett was quick to rush inside upon hearing the sound. The floor beneath her feet slipped to see the sight before her.
The woman's face was pressed against the mahogany dining table. Her hands kept struggling. Her coverall was torn apart, revealing the snow-white skin on her shoulders. Behind her was standing a vicious man, whose one hand was tugged at his belt while the other hand had pulled the woman firmly by her hair.
"Please help me!" The woman struggled to articulate those words and pleaded Harriett with tears streaming down her eyes.
