2 ONE NIGHT STAND
910 Words
(IZARA POV)
“I think you should stop” I heard Alice’s voice as she grabbed onto my bottle.
“Why the hell should I?”
“You are really drunk”
“And depressed” another added.
“I have the right to be! I didn’t even have a chance….” I bit my cheek as tears filled my eyes.
A princess never cries….
I had only 2 months to complete my mission and go back home. I don’t have any backup plan or any other plan. I was back to square one.
“You know what. I am done. I am going home” I muttered putting my glass down.
“I will take you home” Ethan volunteered but I brushed him off.
“I am fine alone”
That was far from true. I was pretty drunk even for a werewolf. I could barely walk in a straight line and I doubt I will get a cab at 1 in the morning.
I pushed my way through the swarm of sweaty people grinding against each other.
Suddenly a strong alluring smell evaded my nose.
“Cinamon?” I muttered looking around.
I have smelled and tasted cinnamons but this particular smell was different.
It felt like an ADDICTION.
Having a wolf sense just made things worse and I started following the smell without a single thought. A minute later, the scent was getting really strong and irresistible.
My legs picked up speed and now I was fiercely pushing past people, so I don't lose it.
*Thug* I bumped into a wall that strangely had the strongest smell of cinnamon.
“Woah, careful there” a hand wrapped around my waist preventing me from falling.
My head snapped up as I felt a wave of shiver attacks my body.
“Mate” I muttered as a pair of ocean blue eyes looked down at me.
I stumbled back as he grabbed my hand and steadied me.
“You are drunk, woman,” he said looking down at me with a frown.
All I could do was smile giddily feeling light on my toes.
Grandma was right. I have a mate.
I giggled and wrapped my hands around his shoulder.
He was hot! A strong built- check. Brown messy sexy hair- Check. Full lips- check.
I definitely hit the mate jackpot!
The man in front of me raised his hand and moved the messy hair that was stuck to my forehead.
Sparks burst around me and I took in a shaky breath. My mouth hung open as a pair of beautiful blue eyes looked down at me.
“Wow, you are hot” I muttered making him chuckle.
“Why thank you”
Another second passed as we stared at each other. I know, without a doubt that this man in front of me is my mate. Someone I thought I would never find.
“Care for a dance?” His voice made me shiver as I mutely nodded. He pulled me straight before extending his hand.
I didn’t hesitate to accept his hold and he didn’t hesitate to grab me by my waist, pulling me close towards his body.
His grin widened at my reaction and he started to move, guiding me with his fast paced move. His face was close to me, just inches away.
“What is your name?” he whispered.
“I-Izzy”
I couldn’t tell him my real name but I didn’t want him to call me by my fake name.
“Izzy” he repeated and butterflies erupted in my stomach. I slammed my mouth to his and the two of us started to kiss fiercely.
He pushed me to a wall and pulled my right leg up, carrying the whole weight on his arm. While he bit and kissed me hard, one hand moved up my thighs, and the other explored my exposed back.
“f**k” he cursed pulling me away. He looked around frustrated before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the club. I didn’t know where we were going and I didn’t question it.
All I want is to attach my lips back to his.
Feel the heat again.
He pulled me to the lift and pushed me against the cold mirror before continuing to kiss. When the door dinged open he pulled me out and to a room.
I could feel the look on the people we rushed past but neither of us broke out of our make out session.
As soon as the door to his room closed, I eagerly pushed him to the wall, leading the kiss.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was because of all my frustration. I didn’t care.
I didn’t care that it was the first time I met him. I didn’t care he was just an ordinary human.
He showed just as passion, picking me up and throwing me to the bed. He climbed on, loosening his tie, staring at me with lust.
Urgh, so hot.
“Archer”
“Hmmm?” I replied my head too hazy from what was happening.
“My name. Its Archer”
Something about it feels familiar but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything else other than his warmth.
“ok. Now continue” I ordered making him chuckle.
A f*****g low and sexy chuckle.
“You are going to regret it”
Oh I know I am
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