My stomach twisted.
I wanted to laugh. Or maybe scream.
Who Is This Stranger?
Because I wasn’t just her friend.
I was the girl her father made moan on the bar an hour ago.
The girl who came down the stairs with c*m on her thighs and a warning in her ears.
The girl with a pulse too loud and a cunt still clenching around nothing.
But I smiled. f*****g smiled.
Because what the f**k else was I supposed to do?
The blonde stepped closer. Her hips moved like a dancer’s. Her lashes fluttered.
“Well hello, Lyra,” she purred.
“You look… fresh.”
Fresh?
What the f**k was that supposed to mean?
My eyes darted to Tasha, but she was already pulling away, distracted by someone yelling across the room.
“Drinks!” she squealed.
“I need a shot!”
Then she was gone. Vanished into the blur of bodies and music.
Leaving me alone.
With her.
The blonde stepped in, smile razor-sharp.
She sniffed.
Not discreetly.
Sniffed.
And her smile grew
“Mmm,” she whispered, her eyes locking on mine.
“You’re not from aroung nere, are you?”
I took a shaky breath. My heart slammed against my ribs. I was trying to act cool. Chill. Not like I was seconds away from bolting or falling to my knees, whichever came first.
“… just moved.”
Her eyes dipped again.
To my thighs.
To the way they were pressed together so tightly I was practically vibrating.
She leaned in like she was going to whisper something dirty in my ear, and for a second I panicked. I thought she was going to call me out. Say she could smell him on me. That I reeked of Alpha and c*m and something forbidden.
But she didn’t.
She just dragged one perfect red nail down the center of my chest..not touching, but close enough to make
Who Is This Stranger? my n*****s harden under the mesh.
And she whispered,
“You should be careful, Lyra.”
I blinked fast.
“What?”
She smirked.
“There are wolves here who’d do anything to sink their teeth into an unmated Omega.”
She stepped back, letting her gaze drop one more time to my legs.
And then she was gone.
Just like that.
Melted back into the party like smoke.
I stood there frozen. Shaking. Horny. Confused. My cunt was aching. My mind was screaming. I didn’t know if
I was going to run or scream or shove my hand between my legs and rub myself raw in a bathroom.
All I knew was that Damon wasn’t here.
But his warning still was.
His f*****g touch still was.
And I was a wet, trembling, wide-eyed little Omega in the middle of a goddamn den of wolves.
And every single one of them could smell what I was.
And exactly how close I was to breaking.
******
I was still standing there like a f*****g statue, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out, thighs clenched so tight I was surprised I could still feel them, when Tasha came crashing back into my space like a goddamn glitter bomb.
She had a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and her pupils were huge.
Like black holes eating light.
Like she’d either snorted something or was about to.
Her dress was already halfway up her thighs.
One strap had slid off her shoulder.
And she looked so goddamn alive it made me ache.
“There you are!” she yelled over the music, her voice coated in euphoria and vodka.
“Why the f**k aren’t you drinking?”
I blinked.
She didn’t wait for an answer.
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Who Is This Stranger?
She shoved a red solo cup into my hand, sloshing whatever was inside all over my fingers.
“Here. Drink. Dance. Flirt. Do something, b***h. You look like you’re waiting for someone to kidnap you.”
I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t speak.
I was still trying to catch up to the f*****g scene happening all around me. I saw a girl on her knees in the corner, sucking off a guy with a collar on.
I saw a half-shifted wolf girl on a leash, crawling through the crowd, barking for shots. I saw a group of guys sniffing something off each other’s abs while a girl fingered herself to the beat.
“I…”
My voice cracked. I sounded like a f*****g child.
“Tasha…. this place is too wild for me. I don’t… I don’t know if I can..”
“Ugh,” she groaned.
“f**k you, Lyra. Butchered live a little!”
And then she f*****g did it.
Right in front of me.
She reached out.
Grabbed two guys standing by the bar..one blonde, tall, sharp-jawed with a smirk like the devil. The other dark, tan, thick arms, tribal tattoos crawling up his neck. Neither of them hesitated. Not even for a second.
And she kissed them.
Both of them.
Mouth wide, tongue out, one hand on each of their c***s like she was choosing a weapon.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.