Claimed by the Wolfe men.

“Princess?” The word curled around me like warm smoke. I blinked, my breath catching in my throat, and something about the way he said it told me he already knew the answer.

“I’m not nervous,” I lied quickly, my clenched palms were already sweaty, as I tried to dry them on the hem of my dress, while pretending I wasn’t dying inside.

“It’s just really hot in here. Aren’t you hot?” I vaguely demonstrated, as I used my hand to fan myself.

He raised a single brow, amused in a way that made me want to disappear into the wall.

“Damn it, Bella. Get your shit together.” I thought to myself.

He leaned forward, as his elbows rested on his knees, his eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing worth looking at. “Since it’s so hot in here, how about we get out of here?” he asked gently. “And look for somewhere cooler.”

My heart thumped so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I scanned the club quickly for Tania, hoping, begging, to see her long braids anywhere, but I saw nothing. “I—I can’t just go,” I sputtered. “I came here with my friend, and leaving without her knowing where I am, is weird. Plus I don’t know you, for all I know you might be a serial killer, or a kidnapper.”

He laughed. It was soft, warm, and stupidly beautiful. A laugh that revealed his perfect dimples. “Okay, I’ll agree with you on one thing,” he said. “Yes, I’m a stranger, and you don’t know me”

“See?” I pointed at him dramatically. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“And no. I’m not a serial killer, and most definitely not a kidnapper” He leaned back and spread his arms lightly. “I’m just trying to get you to loosen up a bit.”

I bit the inside of my cheek too hard, because God help me, I was loosening up too much.

“Alright,” he continued. “New plan. How about we just stay back, order a few drinks, get to know each other and just go with the flow. No pressure.” He stretched back into the couch, and his shirt pulled up just enough to expose the sharp cut of his collarbone and the faint line of his perfectly sculpted abs. “Damn it. This man was illegal.” I swallowed hard, as I bit my lower lip and smiled shyly.

“So are you okay with that?” He asked as he smiled widely, as if he caught my mental spiral.

And just like that, everything blurred into something warm, foolish and dizzyingly easy. He ordered drinks, really expensive ones and he listened to me talk as if I weren’t some awkward drunk girl in a dress. He leaned in when I spoke, asked questions, always looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, he was perfect, and it was disarming.

When he spoke, I found myself staring at him more than I actually listened, My mind drifted—no, sprinted into places it shouldn’t be, imagining his hands on my thighs, his mouth on my opening— “Damn it Bella. Get your mind out of the gutter,” I told myself as I bit my finger and blushed.

“Earth to Amy,” he teased lightly. “What did I say that made you smile like that?”

“I wasn’t—I was just…” I stammered as the words came out tangled together like a complete disaster.

He looked at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking, like he knew exactly what I wanted, and that thought alone made me blush so hard I almost hid under the table. He came around the table, then sat beside me. “I guess someone’s drunk,” he murmured, as his thumb gently brushed the side of my head in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. “Come on, let’s get you some water.”

“Nooo,” I whined like a child. “I’m fine. I just want to have fun, and I never have fun, and tonight—”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “Slow down.”

I leaned in, impulsive and bold in the way only too much alcohol can make you. “Let’s go somewhere else,” I whispered. “Somewhere private.”

His eyes sharpened. “Are you sure about that? And what about your friend?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “Oh she can take care of herself. And this is what she’d want for me anyways.”

His eyes widened, as if to be sure he heard me correctly. “Your friend would want you to leave with a stranger? That's weird."

I shrugged, as I giggled. “You won’t understand though.”

“Yeah obviously I don’t”. He said as he chuckled. “But I just want to be sure you know what you’re doing.”

The concern in his voice hit something deep in me. I simply nodded, as I trusted him way more than I should’ve. He helped me stand, grabbed my bag, and guided me out through the back exit. As soon as we’re outside, the night air struck my skin like cold water. He opened the car door and helped me in, buckled me in gently and then slid into the driver’s seat. As he drove, he was constantly checking in to know how I was doing. “Are you okay? Do you need water? Do you need to throw up? Are you feeling dizzy?” He would ask every few minutes, all which I declined too.

His place was an upscale apartment, quiet and dimly lit. He helped me onto the bed like I was made of glass, then placed a glass of water in my hands. “Go on. Have a drink,” he commanded and I obeyed.

He sat beside me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, princess?” he asked softly, as I giggled heat blooming across my cheeks.

“I guess this is your own way of telling me I look beautiful then.”

He smirked. “Smartass. Just in case you need to get out of that, and change into something more comfortable.” He said as he tossed me a shirt of his.

I thanked him and slipped it on. It hung off my body, drowning me in his scent. It was clean, dark and dangerously addictive. We decided to watch a movie. I snuggled up in his arms, as my head rested on his chest. I could hear the steady beating of his heart, as he held on to me like I was a delicate thing he didn’t want to break.

Occasionally my eyes would dart to his lips, wishing silently that he would just pull me in and kiss me so hard I would literally be gasping for air. Then halfway through the movie, his gaze lowered to my lips, gently lifting my face towards his, he kissed me. It was slow, soft, gentle, like he wanted to taste the drunken, messy part of me. Electricity shot through me as I curled my toes, while my brain shut down. When he pulled away, I gasped for air, biting my lower lip shyly, as I blushed, oblivious of what to do next.

As if that was a trigger, he stared at my lips again. This time, he scooped me up so easily, and walked towards the bed. My pulse thundered as he lowered me onto the sheets, his body hovering above mine, as his breath was warm against my cheek. He stared at me deeply, before he claimed my lips again. This time deeper, hungrier, more feral, like a beast claiming its prey. I returned the kiss, as my hand went to his hair, slightly tugging it. His hand slid into his shirt I was wearing, as he unhooked my bra seamlessly, cupping my breast in his hand as he began fiddling it.

My mind spun, as I moaned loudly. He gently helped me take off the shirt, then my bra, until I was only left with my panties. I was fearless, maybe it was the alcohol but I wasn’t bothered by the fact that I was unclad. His tongue left my mouth as he planted kisses on my neck, then slowly down my breasts. He sucked them gently, as he switched between his hands and mouth. His mouth left my breasts, and made its way down to my abdomen, he took my panties off in one swift motion, then continued down to my thighs as he planted little kisses on them which made my breath hitch and my legs tremble.

His hand paused as he moved my legs apart, his eyes meeting mine in a way that sent heat pouring through my veins. “Amy…” he whispered softly, voice low enough to melt me. “Look at me.”

And I did, as he searched my eyes, as if he needed one final confirmation. Then his finger curled upwards and instantly hit the spot which blurred my vision. His lips went down to my clit, as he took one long maddeningly long lick which made my eyes roll to the back of my head. Then, with his warm breath against my skin, he asked in a low, intoxicating tone. “Do you want me to stop?”