Chasing His Scentless Mate

Big Bad Wolf

Caroline's POV

When Eleanor's boyfriend, Nate, saw us, his eyes lit up. He gave Eleanor a kiss and grinned.

"Damn, girls! You look incredible. I bet you'll leave this party with new boyfriends, Carrie."

"If a good guy shows up, you can bet I'll grab the chance and enjoy the moment," I said with a smile.

As soon as we stepped inside, Eleanor pulled me toward the bar, leaning in to whisper, "It's an open bar tonight. Time to drink until you forget all that pain."

Eleanor handed me two tequila shots, clutching two more herself. "Let's knock these back!"

Rory stirred within me. "Come on, Carrie, let loose a little." She was clearly excited by the atmosphere.

We tossed back the shots fast, and soon Nate was sliding two cosmopolitans our way at the bar.

I lost count of how many drinks I had. I hadn't felt this kind of freedom or happiness since the rejection.

Eleanor dragged me onto the dance floor. I found myself actually enjoying the music.

When a slow song started, Nate and Eleanor began dancing, leaving me free to head for the buffet, but I didn't make it there.

A hand grabbed mine. I turned, and there he was—a man in a black mask, his smile both charming and dangerous.

He kissed my hand and pulled me close, his deep voice whispering, "Surely the most enchanting woman in the room won't refuse me this dance, will she?"

For some reason, the moment our hands touched, a jolt of electricity surged through my body. Rory stirred confusedly within me.

I couldn't bring myself to say no. Smiling, I said, "Why not? Let's dance."

I barely caught my breath when he grabbed my wrist and got closer. He was tall, at least six foot four, with broad shoulders. His golden-brown hair fell around a defined face, and those violet eyes were so intense. His lips were sinfully tempting, curving into a genuine smile that melted all my defenses.

People kept stealing glances at him while we danced, and I could feel my heart racing.

When the music changed its rhythm, he pulled me firmly against him. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the well-defined muscles beneath.

"From the moment you walked in, I haven't looked at anyone else," this mysterious man whispered in my ear. "You're stunning."

"You're kind. But you're not from the Blood Moon Pack, are you?" He had a powerful presence, radiating authority. I couldn't help but wonder if he was an Alpha from another pack.

"You caught me. A friend dragged me to this ball, but honestly... I'm glad they did."

"Funny, I was pulled here by friends too."

"Looks like we're both lucky tonight then."

"Oh? Why's that?" I smiled, feeling a flutter in my stomach.

"Because if I hadn't come, I wouldn't have met you."

As his warm breath brushed against my ear, I got goosebumps, feeling my face flush and my body tingle.

"You can tell even with the mask on?"

"The mask only makes me want to lift it more... to see if you're as captivating underneath as I imagine."

"You're quite the talker. Bet you say this to a lot of people."

"Maybe, but I only want to hear one answer. Have I won you over?"

"Of course you have. Charming and dangerously handsome."

"I'm glad you like what you see."

"And what do you do for a living, handsome?" I felt a bit dizzy, not sure if it was from the drink or the intoxicating scent of cedarwood and musk that enveloped me. I ended up stumbling over my own feet.

"Are you okay?"

"I think I need some air."

"Come with me." He took me into an empty room.

"I really want to kiss you. May I?" he asked.

I nodded yes.

He held the back of my neck, and our lips met. Electricity surged through my body again. I jerked away in surprise and stared at him.

"What... what was that?"

"What was what?" He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly glided them down my arms until he intertwined our fingers.

"That... that feeling," I stammered as I fought to focus.

"You mean this?" His voice turned sultry as he moved in for another kiss.

It started slowly but deepened. He pressed me against the wall, and I sighed contentedly. I had never felt such an overwhelming sensation in my entire life.

He released my hands, and I threw my arms around his neck. I did not want this kiss to end.

He ran his hand down my waist to my thigh and pulled my leg up to his waist. I went crazy with desire and pulled him closer, wrapping my leg around his waist.

I pushed closer to him as his hands roamed my upper body. Everywhere he touched, sparks ignited. This was not fair, I decided, and started tugging on his shirt. I wanted to feel him too.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and I feasted my eyes on his naked torso. Without planning it, I licked my lips as I glided my hands over his pecs and six-pack.

Without breaking eye contact, he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. The warmth of his palms covering my breasts was so overwhelming that I gasped for air. I put my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts against his chest, moaning in exhilaration from the skin-to-skin contact.

His touch was so soothing that I did not protest as he slipped his hand under my dress, pulling it up and reaching my panties. He tore my panties and caressed my entrance.

I shuddered in delight when his fingers came in and out of my v****a and a thumb still pressed onto my clit.

"Oh! Baby, you're so hot, so wet!"

All my coherent thoughts and reasoning evaporated. All I needed at that very moment was this man. I was not ashamed that he could feel how moist and ready I was for him.

His movements became stronger, deeper, and faster.

"Shit... I... I don't think I can..."

Suddenly, it was as if my brain exploded and screamed as waves upon waves of pleasure shook my body.

"So sexy..." he groaned. "I'm gonna make you come again."

I nodded dumbly, my vision coming back after that mind-blowing orgasm.

Without waiting for instruction, I removed my underwear while he unzipped his pants.

He got closer and started gliding the head of his d**k over my p***y lips. I was still pretty sensitive from the orgasm and sobbed when he touched my clit.

His breathing was heavy. "Fuck... I don't know if I can hold on for long."

"...Feels... so good."

He rubbed his d**k over my p***y and picked up the pace. I was already aroused.

As if asking for permission, he looked into my eyes and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you inside me now!" I responded shamelessly, already panting with desire. I couldn't resist those violet eyes and that husky voice.

I'd never been like this before. Usually, I would have pulled away the moment he grabbed my hand, but tonight was different. I couldn't resist him, and I'd promised myself to enjoy life if someone interesting appeared. So here I was, living in the moment.

Rory's excitement mingled with my own, heightening every sensation. Let go, Carrie. Enjoy this moment.

"Oh, dear heavens, yes," I moaned as he entered me slowly. I leaned my head against the wall, savoring every inch of him. He was huge. My eyes fluttered shut on their own.

He groaned as he placed an arm around my lower back and another around my neck as he pulled my mouth to his.

When he was fully inside, he paused and whispered between kisses in my ear, "Now I'm going to move."

He held my waist with both hands and slowly started moving in and out of me. I sobbed, my nails digging into his arms.

At first, his thrusts were slow and deep, but he quickly picked up speed. My breasts moved in rhythm with his hips. He pulled out only to thrust back in with full force, and it was incredible. Everything about him was a f*****g turn-on.

"Please don't stop..." I said to him, wrapping my legs around him to keep him close.

The world ceased to exist. All I was aware of was him and what he was doing to my body. I felt a haze in my eyes as my orgasm began to build, and I moaned softly in his ear. At that moment, he seemed to go crazy, and he started pleasuring my c******s as he thrust harder and deeper into me.

Pleasure coiled deep within me, winding tighter and tighter until it snapped and I cried out my orgasm. He kept thrusting until a deep growl escaped from his chest and I felt his hot release inside me.

We stayed there, bodies still pressed against the wall, catching our breath.

His forehead rested against mine, and as he kissed me, he began to withdraw slowly, leaving me completely satisfied.

I smiled, and he looked into my eyes, kissed me gently, and murmured, "You're incredible."

He lowered my legs with care until I was standing again, then smoothed my dress, adjusted himself, and wrapped me in his arms.

There was such tenderness in that moment, unexpected after everything so wild and intense.

He didn't just take; he held me, cared for me.

I'd never experienced anything like it. Until now, I'd only been with my ex, who never hugged me afterward, never cared if I finished, never made it about more than himself.

But this man... he was different.

He made sure I was okay. He made me feel seen.

He kissed the curve of my neck and whispered with a smile,

"So, gorgeous... are you ever going to tell me your name?"

It took a few seconds for reality to catch up with me. I'd just slept with a total stranger, and I didn't even know his name.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he pulled out his phone and said,

"Give me a sec, I need to take this."

He stepped a few feet away, and though I couldn't hear the whole conversation, his voice suddenly sharpened.

"What did you just say?" he barked into the phone.

Then, without another word, he turned and took off—like he'd completely forgotten I was even there.

Or maybe... like he was running from the girl he'd just hooked up with at a party.

Of course you're an i***t, Caroline. But so what? To hell with it, I was just having fun too. He didn't know who I was, and I didn't know who he was. Fair game.

I pulled myself together, scanned the room for my underwear—which had completely vanished. No idea where I'd tossed it.

Back at the table, Eleanor and Nate were tangled in a kiss. They quickly broke apart when they saw me.

"Elle, I think I just met the Big Bad Wolf," I said with a laugh.

She burst out laughing too.

"When we get home, I want every single detail."

"Of course you do," I replied.

"Nate, I think it's time to go. You ready, Carrie?"

"Ready when you are," I said, downing a glass of water to compose myself.

"Let's roll then, ladies," Nate grinned, leading us out.

We'd barely stepped through the front door when Eleanor rounded on me.

"Okay, talk. Who was he? What happened? I want everything, start to finish!"

I laughed and spilled it all—from the room to the kiss to the moment he disappeared.

By the time I finished, Eleanor was staring at me like I'd grown two heads.

"Please tell me you used protection."

My stomach dropped. No. We hadn't.

I shook my head slowly, the weight of that realization crashing over me like cold water.

"Carrie, hey, it's okay," she said quickly, stepping closer. "Don't panic. I'm sure it's fine. But get tested, just to be safe. I'll make us some tea, okay? You're okay."